“Breathe with me, Alex. Listen to my breaths; match the rhythm of my breathing. I want you to focus on that.”I held onto him, and rested my chin o...er his shoulder, attempting to breathe in unison with him.“In…and out…and in…and out.” His breathing was relaxed, and soothing, and after a while, my heart rate had finally slowed down. I wasn’t feeling this scary sense of despair anymore.“I thought I was going to die.”“I know,” he murmured into my ear, lowering his hands to my waist.“I’m sorry.”“For. It irritated me no end to see one of the brutes mounting some ignorant young pussy like she was one of the bitches that ran in circles just to get the males all excited and chasing her right down the street.Young Sue Ellen was almost seventeen now and she was the spitting image of her ma when she was the same age back in that bunkhouse in Austin, Texas. The sight of her rounded belly made me a bit pee-turbed and I knew it must have caused her a red ass more than one night since she started. The suit consisted of a slim purple otter wearing nothing but (I shit you not) a tiny diaper over the clearly anatomically correct crotch. I just knew this would be my first target. Being careful to avoid being spotted, I began to follow the otter slowly. She (and it was clearly a she as the boobs were visible) headed toward the guest rooms on that floor. Keeping my distance, I managed to sneak into her room without making a sound. There I saw the otter just getting ready to peel off the suit.I. She again swayed her hips, back and forth, slowly, surely, andintentionally all the while looking directly at my eyes. "Yes, this isall going to work out quite well."I was a mass of confusion. I couldn't move my body, I couldn't speak. Ihad just been injected by some drug that somehow compelled me to obeyanything I was told to do. My young step daughter was standing in frontof me wearing only a bra, panties and high heels, and she was tauntingme. She was talking of things unheard of and.