She wore her pink chemise that hid nothing and was a size too small if you ask me. "You've been out for a whole hour," she informed me. "I'm glad you ...woke up in time; I have to meet Trish at the mall in like two hours."That's when it occurred to me that I didn't have any clothes on. And on top of that, someone had bound my wrists and ankles to the frame of the upright exercise bench I currently sat on. "What the hell is going on here, young lady? Why am I tied up? And why am I naked?"Dee. We were told this was our partner for the next 12 weeks. I was happy she was Spanish. If I didn't mention it I am Spanish and White. My father is White and my mother is Puerto Rican. I had been worried this might be a "Baywatch" group. Remember Ashley is my gorgeous blonde room mate after all. Number 12, is Mercedes and my name is Bianca but my friends call me B. We were handed a piece of paper that was folded and when I opened it I thought I was seeing things. The paper said: Ladies. Sometimes I take out my camera and take pictures of the women in the market. I really love their colorful clothes and the women are gorgeous. Sometimes they smile at me when I take their photos and I follow them around which they don't mind seeing a white guy admiring them. They really don't mind at all when I film them. I also love it when they walk in front of me and I just stare at their shapely bums that wiggle freely under those abayas. There are times I get stuck walking behind 2 or 3. She stood about 5'8 and some of the the most gorgeous blonde hair i had ever seen. My mind wondered off wondering if the carpet matched the d****s. I was quickly brought back to my senses she she said her name was Amber.After a few minutes of chatting away she grabbed me by the hand an took to me another show that was going on in another corner or the venue. we were dancing away watching the show when she started to grind on me. i put my arms around her waist and she kept pushing her way.