"Call me dense, but one of the things Professor Schwartz said in our first class Monday sat me back on my ass. He said that part of my job in managing...the creative process is to manage my asset base. I thought he was talking about cameras and lighting and stuff. But then he started in on how the biggest asset we have in production is the talent. I thought it was dehumanizing to think of people that way at first, but I understand a little better what he meant." I remember that lecture pretty. Miss Carson stood by explaining how the table cloth needed to be spread just so, completely wrinkle free and hanging down equally on either side. Then the mats and cutlery had to be positioned exactly, not forgetting of course a mat for the tea pot, hot water jug, milk and sugar. All that was relatively normal, I suppose, if irritatingly exact in how Miss Carson wanted it done. The blank stare bestowed on us by the mannequins as we worked made the whole scene feel very peculiar, though.The. That night was so hectic and all I can remember more than anything was looking at my son so peaceful and innocent after depositing another five loads in me that night, I felt undeniable love. It was like I had my youth, finally, my hands were unhandcuffed.Once my son had fallen asleep, I rationalized it rather simply. I loved my son with all my heart, and giving him my body was a natural extension of our mother-son relationship, after all, I made him so what's wrong with him wanting to go. I slapped her face. Hard. She went to scream and I clamped her hand over her mouth and forced her down on the bed. I turned her over on her stomach and reached for the silk rope I had there. In no time I was able to bind her hands together tightly. Rolling her over quickly, I found the gag I had bought that day and thanked the bondage gods that I had the foresight to bring my 'toys'. You never know what can happen on vacation.I tied the gag around her mouth and stood back to admire my.