As she was bold in her words, I removed my pant & came with the boxers, as my t-shirt was long it had covered my boxers. She told what is this.. So I ...old her, I have the boxers inside & showed the boxers, she gave a naughty smile & nodded her head. She locked the door & was back to position my leg. My whole body shivered as she put her hands on my thigh. I just jerked my body, so she asked me what happed.I told her that, her hands are cold & it’s for the first time a lady is touching my. From the tips of my toes to the crown of my head, it was quickly followed by another and another, hitting me in waves that forced my hands to close tightly on the bed sheets as if I was unconsciously trying to hold onto the face of reality. “Holy shit,” I heard myself moan in Mrs Stevens’s husky voice. “I didn’t know how, holy SHIT!”From between my legs I could fell Kas chuckling to herself, the way her mouth vibrated as her tongue lashed my swollen clit and three of her fingers quickly worked. If you know an autistic you may have often heard them say ‘What? It’s true!’ because they are not looking at the embarrassing side of it, merely telling the facts. It is like if I say 1+1=2 and someone has an emotional reaction to that, I would think ‘What? Its just a fact’. This however does not mean that autistics are cold hearted or don’t have empathy for that person. I will be telling my story as it is. I wasn’t diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder until I was 42. More precisely I was. “Blindfold?”I lay on the bed, Lisa and Fiona fastened my wrists and ankles to the ropes, and then tied a black blindfold securely around my eyes. I could hear them whispering to each other, no doubt working out who would go first.“Here are the rules; we will take it in turns to squat over your face, you will lick and suck our pussies, but obviously no touching with your hands, and you can’t remove the blindfold. Are you ready?”“Uh huh,” I grunted my reply.I felt the bed move as someone’s weight.