Dr. Green now spoke up. “Well Jen, it seems you are the last student uncomfortably constrained by your clothing. Get on up there and let Mr. Johnson...help you out of your predicament,” she said with her trademark smile. “With pleaaaasure”, answered a cocky Jen, adding, “And don’t forget. Your next Meredith!” “Looking forward to it,” the professor responded. ‘I bet’, thought Jen to herself as she sauntered up to the front to receive her “debriefing”. Calls of “You go girl!” and “Free the Twins”. I’m sure she’s super sensitive right now, so I slowly slide my finger in and out of her and ever so lightly rub my thumb on her clit. It doesn’t take but a few strokes until she’s moaning and bucking against my hand. I keep my pace slow though, partially to give her time to recover, but mostly because I enjoy teasing her.I slide a second finger inside of her, and her eyes go wide at the sensation of the extra girth spreading her open. I hook my fingers up and start rubbing her G-spot. A little. This was not the Doctor, but he was in there somewhere. He would snap out of it, blush, make an awkward joke and then they could get on with the business of once again saving humanity. This is not the Doctor, she repeated to herself, but could not control the thrill that shot up her spine as the Cyber-Planner slowly leaned in, the lapels of his tweed jacket brushing across her breasts. Clara felt his breath on her neck as he inhaled deeply, nose in her hair. He exhaled deliberately, the hot air. The blood pounded through my veins as if I had just finished running for my life for miles! Then a sickening thought hit me. What if this was it? What if she were done and now I was to just go home? I could feel my erection begin to flag for the first time in hours and I was terrified at what might be.She then sat up and reached over and pulled off my mask. I blinked, even in the dim candle light of the bedroom. Slowly her image came into view, as she said, “Wow. That was incredible! “ .