Many thanks to the gorgeous young Terry, whose valuable and caring insight has given me more assistance than she knows.
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In my previous story, I told of how I had installed a very sophisticated video camera in a vent in my father's surgery and that it was attached to my computer. I also explained that with good feedback, I would release some of the more interesting tales. Do not forget to vote, dear reader, I am easily bought. In fact, I am a complete slut. So far, all the feedback has been very positive, however, I welcome comment from the no talent morons as well. I believe in equality of expression. Even fools have something to say.
To date, God forbid, my actions have not been discovered. I now have a sizeable collection of fabulous full color, all original, all talking, all action, private videos. The real shame is that I cannot share any of them with anybody else. I would love to do this; however, I am not yet ready to commit suicide in jail.
One early evening I was sitting in front of my computer, very excited, cock in hand, waiting for Miss Pretty to arrive. Miss Pretty (yes, for the skeptics, that was her real name) was one of my schools physical education teachers. The best way to describe her would be to say that she was a dead ringer for Olivier Newton John in the original film of Grease. She was five feet two, sweet, blond, very feminine and very cute, with long tanned legs, a narrow waist, a smallish bust and a 'Girl next Door' kind of fresh faced innocence. Miss Pretty was single and did not date, although she had plenty of offers. Her reputation was intact. Every one was in Love with Miss Pretty and she was the complete lady. Even the moronic 'jocks', with their knuckles dragging on the ground, would hold the door open for Miss Pretty. I know that I am not going to upset any of the 'jocks' of this world, because they would be unable to read this story due to the fact that I have used words of more than one syllable and have attached no pictures. Onward, dear reader, onward and upward.
The delightful Miss Pretty walked into my father's surgery wearing a very modest light pink, floral summer dress, which covered her cute little body from just below her neck to just below her knees. Her blond hair was tied in a 'bob', which made her look even more like a young schoolgirl than she normally did. Her pretty little round face was looking rather flushed as she accepted my father's invitation to sit in a chair beside his desk. She sat very upright, with her feet together and her hands just between her knees. I think the word is 'demure'.
My father the Doctor pulled out a card and a pen and began asking questions of Miss Pretty. She looked very nervous as she told him that she was twenty four and had never had any major illness. She explained that it was a school requirement that she have a full medical once a year and that this was to be her first one. My father asked her whether she was sexually active, and to my amazement, she very hesitatingly told him that she was a complete virgin. Not only was she a virgin, but she had never even been touched in a sexual manner. How excited did I get at that moment? A Cherry! I thought virgins were a myth, just like Unicorns and the Dragons. How wrong can I be?
My father the Doctor, a completely upright and ethical man (just like his beloved son and heir), explained to the lovely Miss Pretty, the mechanics of the examination. How she would have to undress completely to allow him to examine her lungs, her chest and her breasts. He would then gently push and prod her tummy and would externally and internally examine her vagina. Lastly, he would digitally examine her rectum. Just as he was telling her that he would jam his finger up her ass (sorry, my words, not his), she burst into tears. When the crying had subsided into sobs, she explained that she had always managed to avoid such examinations in the past and that she was frightened and embarrassed at such a personal thing to have to happen to her. My father calmed her down and told her that there would be a female nurse present and that she had nothing to worry about. At that, she burst into tears again and told him that having someone else present in the room would be even more embarrassing and upsetting for her.
When Miss Pretty had calmed down sufficiently, my father led her over to the couch and asked her to get undressed down to her underwear. The fact that she could keep her underwear on seemed to placate her somewhat. and she pulled the curtain all the way to the foot of the couch. As I have explained, the curtain came in the direction of my camera, so that I was able to see all.
After placing her white purse on the chair provided, Miss Pretty slowly slipped off her white shoes and her white and pink ankle socks (what else would she be wearing?). Next was her pink summer dress which was buttoned up at the back. She reached behind her to undo the buttons and slipped the dress down over her slim hips at a very reluctant pace. Stepping out of it, she placed it neatly on the chair. Miss Pretty stood there looking so cute in her little pink bra and a pink slip which hung from her waist. She was also still wearing her panties which had not yet seen the light of day or my camera.
