.. finally, I would be able to get out of these slutty clothes and back into my comfortable jeans and hooded sweatshirt. No more thong riding up my as... and rubbing against my chafed pussy, but my boxers. No more pink high heels but my comfortable nike cross trainers. Eyeing the glasses of cum, I awaited to hear what they would earn me."Yes, these are glasses of my cum that I see you looking at. I'm sure you're craving their taste. These will earn you back your personal belongings. This little. She shifted her weight on her other leg and crossed her arms in front of her chest. I couldn’t help but notice a hard nipple poking out of her shirt before hiding it with her forearm. “Whatever floats her boat,” Cassie spat before scoffing and adding, “Or rather, what DOESN’T float her boat, I doubt she could ever be satisfied with that thing.”I wanted to say something like “It was good enough for you” but I realized how weird and awkward that would be. Cassie and I had never really talked too. Honestly though, I think I liked her.She lived just down the street and was friends with my mom. Despite being a single mom of two kids, Elizabeth was getting her MBA and desperate for cash. Between her day job and night schooling, her kids were rarely around, I think they spent most of their time at the grandparents, daycare, and babysitters, which didn’t help her cash situation.I knew what I was asking her could get me in real shit, I didn’t want word of my breastfeeding getting out and Mom. Three fucking weeks. The nurse then tried to tell my wife we could either have the EEG results given to us over the phone by the doctor OR the earlier appointment time, but not both. My wife’s like no. You’ll give us both. Based on the nurses previous behavior I will not get the results until the 28th. Actually, at this point, I’m considering a lawsuit against them as I’ve already filed one complaint due to my care being mismanaged.Now, I’ve told the people who handle FMLA for my company I have.