Before I knew it, my hand had subconsciously slipped under the desk and was working its way up his muscular leg to his crotch. He was finding it a lit...le more difficult to stay on topic but didn't seem to mind so I took it as my cue to get even more daring...I slid my hand up to his crotch and was delighted to feel his already semi-erect cock. The poor thing seemed so uncomfortable, trapped in its tight fabric prison so I decided to set it free. I unzipped his pants and pulled it out. And what. This was unlike Nick. But before her worries became too much, his mouth started to slip from her nipples and down her abdomen, stopping momentarily to tickle her bellybutton with his stiff tongue. As she felt his tongue circle the natural indent of her belly, she felt his hand reach back into her pussy. "Your my slut... aren't you?" he asked. Before she even had a chance to answer, Leah felt Nick's fingers enter her asshole and pussy at the same time... two into her asshole as the other two. Aftershe tied the laces off she measured me and found me now at a perfect20 inch waist!I heard the swishing rustle of satin as she gathered one of thevoluminous white petticoats from the bed and brought it over. Shethen had me step into it. I felt the cool slippery material as sheswished it up my nyloned legs, past my wide hips and up to my tightlycorseted waist. She quickly gathered the sturdy ties and tied thepetticoat into place around my waist. The heavy layered and tieredsatin petticoat. I held it open for him from the outside so he could also escape. We then hurried through the night, finishing the trip to the docks.Calliope took the lead there, and lead us to a dockside inn. The inn’s sign was a mouse-man in clothing, hands on hips and beaming with pride over the bulge in his pants. Below that, a hand-letter wooden sign named the place, “The Big Mouse Inn”.“This is where you work?” Katriana asks, with a sardonic tone, “A dockside inn? You have to know the reputation of places.