And for me, discipline is the key to success.”“I don’t want you talking like that to my Bobby!” she demanded.“Or my Jimmy!” another woman ...dded.I suppressed a heavy sigh, “And you are?”“Janet Klausen. My son is Jimmy, the white belt.”“Ladies, I didn’t yell at them. I didn’t scream at them. I simply told them that they had to line up and be quiet without me clapping my hands and waiting for them to do it. They’re all old enough to understand basic discipline.”“They’re here to have fun with their. Kong's cell seemed more like a private sanctum to keep others out as opposed to a barred penal cubicle to keep a criminal inside. It certainly didn't look like it was set up for punishment. It was actually four cells all adjacent to one another with the inner bars removed where the cells connected. It was the size of a holding tank only this place had separate toilets and extra bunks. Kong along with his closest associates as well as his top bottom bitches could move between the cells. The scientists' backpacks contained only the miniaturized power equipment to electrify their clothing and operate their communicators, but Igwanda's and his troops' had additional utilities. One was a metal detector linked to his helmet, which he immediately activated by a timed eyeblink and focused on each native in turn. There was no feedback; either all three were really unarmed or the natives had not yet applied their new iron technology to weaponry. Since the latter seemed improbable—iron. I kissed her full lips and wrapped her silky hair around my hand.She started licking my half-erect dick like a pro. Within no time, I was hard and took off her panty. Beneath the nightdress, she was wearing a demi bra to match her panty.I’d already showered, but she pulled me into the bathroom. Up close, I admired her figure. Near-perfect stats of 34-28-35, with long hair and a height of 5’6″, made her irresistible in the nude. Lately, she had been sunbathing, which was evident from her.