A part of me loved the way theheels altered my posture, forcing my back to arch and my butt to protrude.I came home from work some five days after th...s stage of my training hadbegun and noticed the cameras immediately. In every room...kitchen,bathroom, toilet. Tiny webcams covered every possible angle throughout theflat. There could be no hiding any more...every action at every secondcould be scrutinised by Him. Placed on the bed was an envelope addressed tomyself."RebekaAs you will have seen,. The only catch was, despite the fact that her health was certified by the French-Canadian Medical Corps, she would, for insurance purposes, have to have a complete physical exam by one of the physicians registered with the companies health care provider.After reading the letter, Darla called the hospital and asked the human resource director (who was a woman) if she could see a female doctor for the exam. However, the woman at human resources said that Darla could request a female but it would. I got off on the idea of my girlfriend taking center stage and enjoying it so immensely. Some of you reading this story can surely relate to the thrill you can get by watching a partner's own exhibitionist behavior. That's what I was feeling and I enjoyed it tremendously. Perhaps it was inevitable, however, that given my own previous antics, I was to find myself on full display once again.(Yes, I know: this is Carla's story. Rest assured that I won't stray too far from it. But I will share a. The theme of the song quickly shifted to sex, and the girl using it to control guys. “Maybe that’s why you’re alone,” I quipped, “You’ve mastered the art, and you’re just looking for your next boy toy. I’ll volunteer.” I finished with a grin. “Yeah, that’s for sure not it. You gotta let ‘em in before you can control them.” She replied quickly. “Oh. Does that mean...” I trailed off. “Yes” she replied, again quickly, running her words together like she was afraid of them, “I’m a virgin. The guys.