Sadly, he's also the one man whom I'm apparently invisible to. I've been timidly watching him for months now, but he's never spoken to me, let alone e...en looked at me. Today would seem to be no exception as he takes a seat on the weight bench next to me and immediately begins to do his own bicep curls with hand weights that look ten times bigger than mine. I think about what else those strong, lean arms could do. I try my best to stare forward and complete my set, but as if with minds of their. "Why don't you pull down your pants and show your cock. Isn't that what you do here?" I obliged, my heart beating even more loudly than usual. When centred in the cam, I tugged at my shy penis to give it a semblance of life and vitality. "Shy around women, is he?" She said stating the obvious. At which, I tried to calm down, centre myself with the task at hand. I wrapped my hand around my penis, virtually enveloping it and began to massage slowly. "That's a good start," she said " Maybe you. .." he drawled, his words slow.But I did know how it felt, at least from a lady's perspective. Then I starting thinking about the last time I'd visited and how he'd fingered my writing body on his bed and how amazing it felt to be touched that way after so long. Well, a long time since anyone else had done it for me. And all that this thinking about fingering did was made me think about how much I wanted him. All of him. Right then.I crawled into his lap after I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed. John had to hold his load. Normally, he'd be fine, he'd cum, and stay hard, or get it up again pretty fast, but Cheryl said sometimes dudes would have trouble the second time on a set full of people, and made him hold off. Fucking, and holding it so long would allow Cheryl to get a good 'money shot' of John cumming on Natasha's face, and holding it for a while would guarantee a big, juicy load for the camera to catch.Natasha, on the other hand, was free to get off as much as she wanted! Natasha.