Even I thought it was a pitiful sight, and I had just moments before been forced to eat another guy's load that had come out of her asshole and landed...on the floor!The gym class itself consisted of ample doses of humilation for us both. The teacher, a thick yet tight bodied latina in her late twenties wearing a pair of tight fitting shorts and t shirt, looked both of us up and down with barely disguised amusement. We started off with a warm up of jumping jacks. Most didn't bother to participate. “What are you doing here, Cathy? I told you last week that we’re done,” he stated, the simmering anger obvious in his voice.“Oh, Roger. I know you didn’t mean that. I love you,” she said, sweetly.A bit stunned, Roger stopped walking and said, “Are you feeling aright, Cathy. You don’t seem to be hearing me correctly.”“I’m fine, Roger, now that I’m here with you,” she responded, dreamily.“Okay, I think I’m starting to understand. Cathy, have you ever seen a mental health professional?” Roger. "May we come aboard, Captain?" Oh! Pardon me. Yes, please. Let me help you." I scurried to the gangplank to offer a steadying hand. As soon as Ellie was on the deck, I turned to her beautiful companion and offered my hand."Welcome aboard." Thank you, Captain. I've heard a lot of good things about your cruises."She was a beauty! I guessed she was in her late twenties, maybe early thirties. She had long blonde hair, the kind that might or might not be real, a fabulous face, breasts large enough. This is what you were born to become; this is what you have been raised up to be in life. Come with me, and I will show you your truest destiny."The Secret Order has been existence for nine centuries now. It started somewhere unknown in Europe; its mission and obligation being to undo all the myths and fables that Incubi and Succubae had pulled off and effected about in the very alarmed minds and conscious of the people at this particular time. The supernatural in human disguise; mankind's.