Lana heard Chris’ alarm clock go off for the third time.<em> For God’s Sake</em>, she thought,<em> turn it off!</em>She feigned sleep as he got up and did his morning routine, getting ready for work.  When he came to give her a kiss, she continued to pretend she was sleeping.  Lana just didn’t feel like talking with him right now.<br/><br/>Hearing him drive away, she finally opened her eyes and stretched.  Every muscle in her body ached, as well as her pussy, reminding her of last night’s happenings.  A huge smile appeared on her face as she recalled the passion with the Professor,<strong> Steve</strong>, on his desk.  Lana had never experienced anything like that before in her life, and she knew she wanted to experience it again.  And more.  Looking for any trace of guilt in her heart and mind, she could find none.<br/><br/>Smile firmly in place, she got up and went to their bathroom.  Starting the shower, she relieved herself in the toilet, wiping slowly since things were a bit tender in that area.  Washing her hands, she glanced in the mirror, her chin lifted.  She could still see the remains of some marks on her neck and shoulders.  Nothing a bit of cover-up couldn’t take care of after her shower.<br/><br/>Stepping in to the steaming shower, she sighed loudly as the water hit her well-fucked body.  Wetting, shampooing and rinsing her hair, her eyes closed, she recalled Steve’s lips on hers.  Grabbing her sponge, she squeezed a large amount of body wash onto it and proceeded to wash her aching body, continuing to recall every minute of last night’s activities.<br/><br/>Finally finished, she shook her head, clearing it.  Time to get to the day.  Exiting the shower and drying off, she decided to let her mane air dry, just tossing her fingers through it.  Glancing at herself yet again in the mirror, she grabbed her concealer, dabbing each of the marks and rubbing it in.  Satisfied with the results, she went back into the bedroom.  Grabbing a pair of denim shorts, she pulled them on over a pair of regular cotton panties.  Grabbing a t-shirt, she pulled that over her head, deciding to go without a bra.<br/><br/>Busying herself with laundry and house cleaning, the day passed by rather quickly.  Working in the kitchen, she decided to treat Chris to lasagna.  Maybe she was feeling the slightest bit guilty.  Pulling the tray from the oven, she heard his car.  Perfect timing, she thought.<br/><br/>Setting the table as he walked in, she looked up, greeting him with a bright smile and a “Hi, honey, how was your day?”