Brock wasn’t an expert on BDSM, but a simple google image search on words like Discipline Training and Fetishes will give you plenty of ideas.Brock ...ad been very methodical in his approach. He created a framework for the discipline plan that was a general outline. He intended to fill in the details over time. This wasn’t going to fit on a single sheet of paper. He started writing in a blank notebook from school. Brock set his rules up into two sections. The first section had to do with the. Plus, the woman I was talking to had a better looking face than his woman. The ladies closed the tab and we all left the table. My buddy left and the woman who he was talking with looked very disappointed. She also said that she was going to call it a night at that point. She then left and headed back to her room. Now it was just me and my cougar. I knew she didn't want me to leave but I decided to play with her a bit. "I think I am going to call it a night also", I told her. "Don't do that",. Brad stood up and grabbed the tape measure. Taking the cue, I took it back from him and measured his height."6'4" I announced, "I know my brother has been 6'1 for a couple years now" And that's not all" He said, pulling off his shirt. His muscles were immense, now he would win bodybuilder competitions. I noticed the girls all couldn't stop staring.Without putting his shirt back on, we passed the tape measure around."5'11" Brad said after he measured Ginger. She sighed and wrote down the info on. Empty space for people has no mass so there was plenty of room and cabins were large and roomy. The exception was the flight deck in the prow, kept small so that two or even one person could run the shipHe scanned their faces and saw the fear. The ship was moving now, picking up speed on course to Mars. They were well away from any chance of being seen from Earth, at least by potential weapons and moving in a weird elliptical orbit to get on course for Mars, currently on the other side of the.