"You were paying attention. That's good. We have other rules as well. We have to stay positive at all times. We want to avoid using words like 'no' an... 'can't' and 'don't' to express our feelings. If we're uncomfortable with something, we deal with it through positive, productive discussion."She slid her hands off my shoulders, moving them towards my breasts. I wore a bra beneath my baby blue maternity dress, and while my boobs hadn't really begun to swell with milk yet, they were becoming. Before she could reply, he turned and went to his own desk across the room.It was a small office and she could have chased him down to give him the swat across his perfect hair she wanted to give him. But with his back to her and his instant disengagement from her, like he’d thrown a switch into the off position, she realized it wouldn’t have made a difference.He was who he was and no amount of chiding or dressing down would get through to him.She sighed and wondered again how she got herself. Jason did fairly well for himself, but after having just bought a house, he had very little spare cash. All bondage equipment he had was either very basic stuff you could buy relatively cheaply at any sex shop, regular items he found at hardware stores, or equipment he made himself. He laid the rope and handcuffs out on a table by the door, and then he went to go fetch his lovely captive.Jason had to give her points for persistence. He could still hear muffled cries and the sound of the girl. Since money is tight she has us counting every penny, trying to save enough to find a better place to live. I love my mum to death.So its one of those hot, sweaty nights where there is no breeze and the air. I'm laying in bed on top of the sheets. I hear my mother also tossing and turning in her bed. I get out of my bed and go knock on my mum's bedroom door."Mum? You awake?"I hear a muffled, "Yeah." Can I take a quick cool shower?" No. Not atthis time of Night. Go back to bed."Frustrated I.