Thirteen hundred pounds for a place to shit is pretty expensive.The long slim packet fit in my Tramp pack. I chuckled as I walked out of the store and...back to the dock.Grace was seated leaning against the table with the sun on her face and long slim legs. She had released two buttons of her khaki shirt and looked stunning ... as usual."Did everything come out alright?" she grinned."Yes, Grace, paperwork and all."Of course, she was thinking of one thing and I was talking of something else. The procession was a bit awkward at first. For most it was the first time they had worn anything other than a bikini and tongs for hundreds of years. Walking in work boots the first time was a bit more of a challenge but they quickly got the hang of it.By the time we arrived at the blockage, I could hear the other girls moving things around. I noticed that they had been very careful to only move what they could without hurting themselves. They had made a good progress but there was still a lot. I swallowed another beer and reached into the pile for thepair of white panties I had grabbed, pulled them on and turned around tocheers, one of the guys threw me a white bra that matched nicely, andsaid put that on too. I did, did a turn to cheers and chants, reachedinto the pile and pulled up a white half slip witha bunch of lace andpulled it up my legs. More cheers and beers later and I had tried onseveral outfits that came close to matching and was finishing up in amismatched set of white. Her ass was wide, smooth, and curvy. Small dents marked her lower back on either side of her spine. She rose up onto the balls of her feet and her calf muscles flexed with the effort. She was more than gorgeous. Every bit of her was built to be attractive.She turned to face me again. “You know some very attractive women.”I nodded absently, not sure why she would say that. “Who are you?” I asked.“I am an interactive magical construct,” she said. “You may call me Rho.”Her words and the.