"Can you tell me why you and Val are such a secret?"Jenni hesitated. She couldn't tell Rachel the truth. She'd found out he hard way that word got aro...nd, always, and her relationship with Val was far too precious to risk. Still, she wanted to, and it would be so easy. There were no strippers in her father's church, and certainly no bikers. She wasn't Jenni the deacon's daughter here. She was ... well, whoever she wanted to be.Who was that exactly?Rachel was waiting an answer. Jenni shrugged. ." I see. Could you use an existing hull to make the mold?" I think so. Like the auto industry uses clay to design next years model?" Sure ... you could even use an existing hull and make clay modifications to change the shape." How about styrofoam instead of clay?" Captain Smith had his two cents to add."Hey ... that's right. Good idea."Smith blushed, "You have a foam plant."Bishop said, "I do. But we make cups." Will it spray?" I asked."We have that capacity. Oh ... I get it ... an armature. I had watched the occasional adult movie since, always with Allan as a lead-in to a pleasant bedroom session, but now it seemed I had some catching up to do.I casually glanced around to make sure nobody was close before rolling on my side to face him. I took his hand in mine and slid it under the tiny triangle covering my pussy, seeing him grin in surprise as he started stroking my slit. “When you say kinky shit, would you care to elaborate?”He took a moment to respond, feeling the first. Cheng was silent, walking around me and studying my body critically. His intentness was unsettling, but proximity showed him to have no intent other than walking around me. Three-quarters of the way around he spoke more Chinese ["You are correct about his physical form, Daughter."]Lily translated for me, "Father say you be model, Mark. In magazine." Haha. I DON'T think so!"Mr. Cheng returned to his original spot, then spoke in heavily accented English, "Thank you. Dress please."I put my shirt.