It’s….well, indescribable. God I LOVE this machine.”She came to me and looked me over and said “With those heels you have on we are about the ...ame height and I have it set to fit me so it should work. Let’s mount this thing and take it for a ride, what do you think?”“Yes ma’am! This thing looks…..” I looked at Pam and smiled and continued saying “….orgasmic.” I paused looking at the machine and said “How do you get on it?”“With this.” she said sliding a smaller wooden box to me with her foot.We. I wasn’t prepared for what one of them said next. He mentioned something about giving Markus,’ what he deserved.’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, the things that they planned to do to him. Markus was one of the boys who had just started like I had, and was black. He was a sky kid like me, but I had managed to talk to him a few times, since we both played in the outfield, and he was just like me (except for my imagination of course). Over the course of a few weeks, we had become pretty. Suddenly the little buttons on my blouse are bouncing everywhere, my shirt ripped clean off. I see the buttons fall to the floor around my feet and feel his strong arms grab me by the waist. I cannot see him as he picks me up and flings me over his shoulder. I am thrown down face first on the bed as he rips at my stockings. I feel my head lifted backwards and my nylons then being wrapped around my face, going into my mouth and then over my eyes. My skirt is then pulled off with one quick. She turned, holding the straps of her dress to her shoulders and said, “Thanks, this room is lovely. What time do you normally get up on Saturdays?”“Um, seven or so. You?”“About the same I guess. I’ll see you in the morning. And Bill, thank you.”“Sleep well,” I said exiting her room and shutting the door.I remember thinking that I would have given almost anything to have planted a camera in that room. What a body she had been hiding all this time. Her husband was more than just a fool for.