Immediately feeling empty as he slipped his cock from her, she could feel the void within her pussy.  Well, void of his cock, not his cum, as she felt it continuing to drip from her.<br/><br/>Slipping off his desk, her legs wobbly, she tried her best to readjust her thong, surprised it wasn’t ripped to bits during their fucking.  Pulling her skirt back down, she glanced at it and laughed at the mess it was.  Her blouse, purchased just for this night, looked as if she pulled it out of a pile off the floor of her closet.  Trying her best to put herself back together, she looked at Steve, noticing his eyes still hot for her.  She imagined hers looked the same.<br/><br/>Feeling his fingers on her chin, she did as they commanded, staring in to his eyes.  At his suggestion of a weekly meet, it was as if he’d been reading her mind.  Lana didn’t want this to be a one-time thing, but she wasn’t sure how agreeable Steve would be to that, especially given the fact that she was married.  Knowing he didn’t care, wanted to continue to see her, caused her to smile and flush all over again.<br/><br/>Her eyes remaining on his, she whispered “I’m so glad you feel that way.  What do you have in mind?”<br/><br/>Lana didn’t care, she’d do whatever he said, and she knew it.  And so did he.