As I dry off, I look at myself in the mirror. I am relieved to see that my face is not burned. I admire my chubby body, my smooth skin, my breasts, my...cock and ass. I look at my freshly shaved cock; I really like what I see. I place one foot on the countertop and look carefully at my balls to make sure it is well shaved. It's like looking at the cock of another man. I rub lotion into the skin of my legs, abdomen, arms, breasts, and cock. I reach around and apply it to my buttocks. I run my. Sometimes I would sit and watch those around me, and see just how oblivious everyone was to everyone else around them, so many false greetings, hugging and kissing, loud voices and some inappropriate touching of the women there, the ones showing too much, but then again, that was why they dressed like that. It was a big party, which promised to go on into the night, and people were settled in for a night of drinking, partying, food and sex, yes sex, I knew about that, and I wanted to see it, I. One unusual detail was that she was fully dressed, as though she was ready to go out.He glanced at the note on her computer screen. She immediately blocked his view of the monitor with her body and forced a hard shut-off of her computer. Clearly whatever she had been working on was not something she wanted him to know about."Ruthie, what's going on? What are you doing?"She hugged him, but then pulled away."I ... I ... you know ... like ... I ... uh ... can we ... go out?" I guess..."Ruthie said. The stinging sensation across her face caused her eyes to water in pain and bewilderment looking up at Janet in confusion.“You saw what I did to the brute in the bar. Compared to him you are a mere c***d, don't think I can't cause you more pain than I did to him. You will address me as Mistress Janet. Now get on your knees before me.”With a lone tear streaking down her beautiful face, Angela looked up meekly at the darkened form of Janet before her. As if to confirm her intentions that this.