I some what have developed one of those very very c***dish middle school crushes on her. Everytime she sees me or looks my way or I run into her I sta...t turning all shades of red. I turn all kinds of red because my mind starts thinking of 10,000 ways to fuck her. ( this is 100% true lately I have been trying to avoid her). ‘Vanessa, what is it? You have one of your stories?” what is it come on?” she teasefully ask while responding back on one of the radio.“I just wanted to check in and let you. You know formality. Just in case you try to sue us. And yes, please mention that you also accept the contract you just signed.Aisha looked at the camera and accepted the job and the contract.Manager: Great, now we can start. So change into the uniform.Aisha: Where is the changing room, sir?Manager: You are already standing in it.Aisha: What do you want me to change here in front of you? No never.Manager: Aisha, do it or one lakh. We are not telling you anything extra to do here. Everything is. "She must think that I'm the dumbest bastard to ever shit between two shoes, I thought. As I sat there, I wondered about it. I wondered how long she'd been doing it. More than that I wondered why?We weren't married. Hell, we weren't even officially engaged. I had not given her a ring and asked her to become my wife. It was true that I'd spent a lot of time with her family and she'd told them that I was the man she was going to marry. That had been weird as hell. We were having dinner with her. She slid her hand down my crotch, unerringly tracing the fold of my cleft, and then quickly thrust under my school uniform skirt and cupped my cunt. The feel of her fingers on my pussy, separated only by the thin layer of my cotton panties (now quite damp and clinging), was unbelievably exhilarating. It was such a sexual rush, such a release of my intense longing and desire, that I almost fainted. I moaned softly, hardly able to believe my luck – there was not a shred of doubt that I was.