Like most runners, she has lean, smooth legs that ended in a firm, tight ass. She was wearing a running skirt instead of shorts. Her dirty blond hair ...was tied up in a knot on the top of her head. She had a cute smile and a commander’s voice and we all snapped to when she talked. Unlike most runners though, she was not completely free of any fatty tissue. Her chest sat nicely on her frame, secured by a sports bra and covered in a performance t-shirt. I had to resist sneaking glances at her as I. Does Mel have the God Gun?”Essie reached in her pocket and handed me the garage door opener. “Lunch is at two ... is everybody staying?”“Bobby?”“Yeah. Miss Essie. If it’s not an inconvenience, we’d love to stay.”We walked out the kitchen door. “Bobby. Don’t use the front door again. I hate putting the butler out. Kitchen door is good enough.”“Okay.”We walked past the 1934 Cadillac Cunningham 10 passenger shooting brake. The Cunningham gets left out because the garage is full. Bobby looked the. Something or someone caught my eye and it was her peering over the top of the cubical watching me masturbate to her photo."Looks like youre enjoying yourself, can I come in and watch you?" Too right you can I replied so in she came and looked at my hard dick and said "have I caused that?" Oh yes I said.She then told me how wet she got knowing that guys get hard and wank over her but this was the first time she'd ever watched someone do it. As I carried on wanking she put her hand up her skirt. We had all worn through three pairs of soft shoes, but in reality, an additional sole was added on the outside, and more lining to the inside. In spite of all this work, she found time to decorate our clothing with feathers, beads, dyes, and designs. I had to caution her against making our traveling clothing very eye-catching, since we would rather not draw attention to ourselves, but to keep her happy allowed her to make clothing we never wore, that were shockingly coloured and festooned with.