Dad told me the scientist's name, which I immediately forgot. I'd never meet him, would most likely never hear his name again, so why should I clutter...my mind holding his name in my memory for recall. Anyway the cocktail party was a required attendance thing and involved spouses or dates, so Dad had a date, and his date was Claire Cornwell. I'd remember her name. I suspected I'd hear it frequently, because Dad held her in high esteem, at least according to his thoughts. He also wanted her lush. If she knew what I was really thinking... Sitting on the bench beside her, I calmly said hello, indroduced myself, and reached out to shake her hand. There was a long pause, and she had this look on her face that was hard to explain. It was easy to tell though, that she was scared, nervous, and possibly excited at the same time. After what felt like an eternity, she smiled, and extended her hand... Which I gripped firmly, and placing my other hand on top of hers, I began to talk to her. She. ..........the huge, blue butt plug that I had suggested you wear on this special evening, is still lodged firmly in your rectum, pressing against your vagina from the inside, keeping you stimulated and moist for three hours. Your face tightens as you groan while using your sphincters to eject the plug and as soon as it falls out of your anus with a satisfying "pop", I drop to my knees behind you and my tongue runs wildly over your winking, gaping asshole, your perenium, your massive, hairy. It was fun listening only. She started unbuttoning my shirt and unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants and slowly started removing my pant and said what a difference , when you were small your dick was small and now wow it is so big i can’t take my eyes off it. She said she came in her panties watching me cum yesterday night; she changed my dress into t-shirt and pyjama. She said she want to take bath. I said when i was small you bathed me now it is my turn to bath you. She laughed and taught.