My heart rate has hovered at about 170 BPM for most of an hour now. I am completely soaked, my skin-tight short shorts and synthetic top mopping up as much moisture as they can hold. In spite of this, puddles are forming beneath my legs and elbows. I am drenched and I am just about done but, as is when I’m working it this hard, I feel damn sexy...and horny. I see him in the glass in front of me. His reflection shows just...