Just What the Doctor Ordered
I haven’t been to the doctor for any kind of check-up in years. I’m twenty-five, in perfect health, so I haven’t felt the need. But my new fiancé is a nurse, and she’s insisted I go for a check-up before she’ll let me move in with her or start having s*x with me. Still a virgin and desperate to change this I agreed. Delighted, she got me an appointment with the doctor she works for – a small, exclusive private practice – and so here I am.
Shauna (that’s my fiancé) is working this afternoon, and it’s she who leads me into an exam room when my turn finally comes. Two things unsettle me right away about this room. Rather than an exam table it has an adjustable obstetrics chair, and both the stirrups and the chair itself are equipped with a number of black leathe
