Laura went to her dresser and started deliberating. If she had the day off, she wanted to be comfy. If she was going to spend it chasing Nikki, she wanted to be sexy. If she was going to spend it with Marcilla, she wanted ... easy access. She could try all three, but when she imagined her day, she didn't see herself following Nikki around. She imagined herself right here, taking meals in her room, Marcilla in her lap and her hand barely leaving her pussy. Yes. She wasn't going to leave Marcilla for Nikki. Nikki could pretend to be Marcilla, but she'd never be the real thing. She'd never have the words.
Laura stuck to pajamas: loose pants and an oversized shirt. No panties or bra. She didn't want anything obstructing her hands while she read. She went back to her desk and sat down to eat. She knew better than to wait too long to finish breakfast. She wasn't sore now, but it could creep up on her later today. She didn't want any distractions today.
