“May I ask you a very personal question?” I asked. Declan nodded uneasily.“Do you have Asperger’s syndrome?”Declan looked flushed and his ey...s began to dart about.“Yes,” he whispered, “But a very mild version.”I placed my hand on his shoulder and told him that his secret was safe with me and that it wasn’t a problem for me at all. Furthermore, I went on to explain that the entire lack of affection state of affairs that was troubling me.“What must I do… tell me what you want me to do?” Declan. By the end of our encounter I was really giving it to her, and when we orgasmed it was much stronger than before. Unfortunately, I still had to clean up the freaking mess in my shorts. I had taken a step closer to my goal, however -- I had been inside her, even if it was just my fingers.After a week she again stopped coming around. 3 weeks later, just when I thought I would never figure her out, she came sniffing around again. Something was tickling the back of my mind about this but in my. She waited. Nothing. The soles of her platform sandals tapped the raised seating area minute after minute, but eventually her angst got the better of her.Cold liquid went down the hatch. She gave a few more dances for chump change and thirty minutes later the lights flickered on. To say she was confused would be an understatement. Really, it felt a lot like being stood up on a date.It left her exhausted. Too exhausted to bother with the death glare from the House Momma. Too exhausted to argue. Ali laughed, and said he could hardly handle one, never mind two! Dee began to feel light and free, any hang-ups were disappearing along with the stresses of the day. She turned to Ali and asked him the same question. He reddened slightly, and said that he wanted to fuck a woman who had been tied up. Dee took a sharp intake of breath, and, both together, the men said ‘So, now it’s your turn’ Without hesitating, Dee whispered that it had been a fantasy of hers since she was about 16 to be fucked.