" My head snapped in his direction so fast, he took a step back. "Are you telling me to quit my job?" "Your last assignment was complete Friday, right...? Maybe you should take a break from temping until you can find your balance again." "I'm not a temp anymore." "What do you mean?" "I was hired by the company." His coldness became glacial. "When did this happen?" "Friday. I was asked to stay on because my work was good." "And you accepted without talking to me?" "You already said I might work.". I had my skirt up above my stocking tops and was fingering my bald pussy.We arrived at this massive house on the edge of town. Paul and I were met at the door by a woman, I found out later it was Paul's bosses girlfriend. She was dressed in a French maids outfit, not one of those cheap ill fitting ones you find in sex shops but a pucker top quality outfit. Her skirt stopped level with the dark band of her stockings. The bodice was deep cut, only just covering her nipples.She introduced herself. ” She released him, tilted her hips to present her pussy to him and reached between her legs to grab his prick. “I want you, lover.” she husked. Her hands were braced on the shower door. Steam boiled from the shower head. Bill had never felt this kind of passion in a woman. The girls he’d been with couldn’t compare to this woman in full bloom. Her perfectly manicured finger tips grasped the end of his purple tipped cock and guided it along her slit. She was very wet. His cock head entered the. If your opinions differ that is ok, this story is about me and my perspective. Me too, like all humans could be wrong, but it is my opinion and my understanding. I think if you read my story to the end you will get a greater understanding of a person who is just 1 in 7 billion, who isn’t famous, who isn’t rich, who hasn’t had the worst life, who hasn’t had the most exciting life but is real, honest and unique within that 1% of the population with autism. Although I will be writing this.