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I've noticed you coming to the gym more and more frequently, since you first spotted me working out. You don't seem to be doing much though! You are always staring at me... You can't seem to be able to help yourself. As I work the treadmill, I keep catching you staring at my ass. Err you don't seem to realise I can see you through the mirror! I am getting increasingly angry, but not wanting to get into a very ****** dispute I ignore it. However, you can't stop and eventually I have had enough when I catch you on the floor pretending to stretch so you can get a better view! I don't care anymore and embark upon a full, humiliating and very ****** dressing down. As you lie on the floor, you are overwhelmed with embarrassment. I'm going to treat you like the pervert that you are.