" All right, Debbie," said Barocca. "Just tell me what you want, and I'll see what I can do about it." "That's easy, Barocca," said Debbie, as a devi...ish grin spread across her face. "I want you." "Me?" gasped Barocca. "Debbie, I had no idea you felt this way." "C'mon, Barocca," replied Debbie. "I've liked girls more than guys ever since I can remember in the first place. Once I finally found my way to the Island, I noticed that all the girls are cute and busty here, but you stand out head. We are sexual beings just like other women. However, few of them are half as naughty as I am. I stand five feet eight inches tall, chunky but funky, with light brown skin and long, curly Black hair. Why do I mention my hair? Because it matters to me. Most of all. I wear the hijab because I want to, not because anyone forces me to. I’m submissive to God, not Man. Most men you see walking around the Canadian capital are a bunch of fools anyway. Why would I feel submissive toward any of them? Any. I waited for a few and softly said “I think it would be nice to unstrap me. I want to take you the way I have always dreamed of having you.” as she looked me in the eyes.Karen slowly leaned forward and undid each of my wrists and I let them hang down so I could get blood back into my arms. “How have you wanted to have me?” she asked. I lifted her off me and pushed her upper body over the weight bar and spread her legs as she had her feet off the ground. “I always thought you were a little Bitch. She pushed herself up, and moved across the room.As I watched her do a cursory check in the mirror to ensure she was presentable to a stranger, I reflected on how lucky I was. Here I was, about to go on a wonderful vacation, with the girl of my dreams. Julie was 24 (as was I), and was a great mix between cuteness and traditional beauty. She wasn't the long legged, big-breasted girl that many men go for, but to me, she was perfect. She had wonderful dirty blond curls that danced around her face,.