.. and I managed to find some pink furry hair bands at the local chemist. I had a white shirt that had shrunk a little in the wash... and tied up unde... my breasts would do fine... the skirt was fairly easy... I got a short black kilt ordered from the Catalogue... the grey cardigan, I ended up going to a school supplier for my sister, and got one a couple of sizes too small... it worked perfectly. Stockings, I improvised... got a thickish pair of black hold ups, and cut them down, and re-sewed. The sound of that pipe rising and falling was like a fat man hitting a side of beef with a baseball bat. Tom G. just screamed and screamed over and over as I hit him.The one one the left ran at me and I swung around and caught his chin with the end of that broken pipe as I struck. I heard a sound like cracking as his teeth and jaw broke. The third one snapped to action and reached into his large baggy shirt and I threw that broken pipe at him. His screams were the loudest as the jagged edge of. Sam was a monster of a man standing 6' 6" tall and had a ten-inch cock as thick as my wife's wrist. None of us have been able to take his weapon yet, but we all have tried one time or another. As the day wore on we all slipped a hand up another man's pant leg and squeezed a cock or butt cheek. Tugged on a nut sack or stroked a thigh. By lunchtime, we were all shiny with sweat and ready for a break. We were enjoying some small talk; our favorite sports teams, fishing stories, and when we were. Cleaning supplies. Baby lotion. Baby powder. Afew empty plastic bags. A jar of... suppositories. She remembered that hegot one of those twice a day. How could he stand it? She didn't lookany further and grabbed one of the bottles and handed it to him. "Startdrinking," she said. Then she closed his bag since she was done with it.She sat down. He was standing there next to her desk, near the entranceto her cubicle, just now putting the bottle to his mouth. She didn'tlike him standing.