MS. CLAY- BRIGHT HOPE COUNSELING CENTER<br/><br/>Ms. Clay sighed and listened hungrily to Rachael, breathing hard as her words made her sexually excited.  A few moments later, the teacher's fingers crept beneath her panties, and she began to enthusiastically finger herself, lost in her own little world.  Had Rachel not interrupted her, she might very well have continued for several hours, or until she passed out, bringing herself to a moaning peak again and again, gradually feeling the bit of depression inside her melt in the heat of the incredible pleasure she received.<br/><br/>The timer began to tick, and Ms. Clay slumped down in the couch, exhausted from her incredible arousal, breathing hard and shivering slightly, a miraculous sheen of sweat on her pale skin.  She carefully began to count, losing track of her memories as she focused only on counting the ticks, gradually forgetting what it was she was supposed to forget.  She became more and more confused, and more and more refreshed, until finally she simply awakened, not even remembering that she'd been told to forget something at all.<br/><br/>Ms. Clay stretched out, yawning a bit and smiling, a wide, warm, beautiful smile.  "Thank you."  She said quietly, unable to contain her happy smile as she looked into the strange woman's eyes.  "That was wonderful!"  She gushed, simply squirming with comfort and happiness.  She got up slowly, very nearly skipping to the door as she gave Rachael a hug, a single freckle appearing on her suddenly expressive face.