Every one had left the Hall, or so I thought. I finished showering and was drying off, when I thought I heard some one moaning. I froze and listen int...ntly, there I heard it again. I quickly dressed and went to investigate, as I moved slowly done the hall I could hear movement in one of the dorm rooms. I found the right door and listened at the jamb, some one was enjoying their self. I could hear, 'UUUNNNHHH,MMMMMMMM.OOOOOOHHHH,YYYYYEEEEESSSSSS,' I tried the door knob and was surprise that. "See, womanly yet girlish. Nice pink nipples." Wendy pinched Gail's left nipple. "Responsive, too." Gail was so embarrassed, and she couldn't cover herself with her hands. Her mind was still fuzzy... she must have been drugged... and she didn't even resist when Wendy pulled the vinyl shorts down to Gail's knees. Wendy pulled the thong down, too, and took Gail's room key. Gail kept her knees pressed together and tried to bend over. She couldn't handle having all these men staring at her down. His cock was in full erection pulling at the material of his shorts as it tried to stand erect. He was disappointed when she finally found the end of the tape measure. His disappointment was replaced with awe as she again tried to measure his waist by reaching around him to grab the tape. Her breasts framed his cock between them as she pushed against him to grab the end of the tape measure. She pulled the tape to the front and read the numbers. "Could you pass my piece of paper and pencil that. “How may I assist you gentlemen?”“David Dawson; I have an appointment with a hitting coach,” I said.She checked her computer.“Ah, yes. I see this is your first time with us,” she said as she pulled up a map of the facilities and put it on the counter. “The locker room is here, and you’re in batting area one. You’ll be working with Rusty Camarillo. From what I’ve heard he’s one of the best in the business.”“What do you mean?” Fritz asked.“Rusty isn’t really one of our coaches. He took some time.