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I hope this letter finds you doing well. I heard that another member of the gym walked into the steam room to find you stroking your meat. That’s a weird place for that. I’m glad you were caught in time because it would be much worse if you were able to finish. I really don’t want to have to start wearing mocassins in the steam room. I know that sometimes the urge can be overwhelming, so it’s commonplace to slip into the mens room at Dunkin’ Donuts and have at it, or pretend to try on seven pairs of pants when you’re shopping at Kohl’s and blast one into the pocket of a pair of Dockers. That I get. But the steam room is a place I like to go to relax after a workout, and the last thing I need guiding me through the fog is your raging helmet. Also, something else to keep in mind is that there’s a drain that keeps the water cycling through the filtration system. Now, I’m not saying you were going to cum in there, but if you did, your jism would most likely make its’ way to that drain and into the filter system to be recycled into the steam room atmosphere where everyone would be covered with millions of tiny little particles of your load. Not cool.