No one knows where you are. Everyone thinks that you’re dead. You had a beautiful funeral. You have been purchased. You will be trained to our clien...’s specifications. You will learn to be happy and grateful of the life that you have been brought into. You will NOT fight. You will NOT argue. You are now PROPERTY. A THING. An OBJECT to be bought, sold, and traded. You are a SLAVE.” “But what about my c***dren? I have a little boy and girl. What about them? Who will take care of them?” The robe. Sandra now hadto use her tail even more to support her body. Her legs were weaker buther tail was not strong enough to support her and allow her to slither.She was trying to figure out how to slither, but even if her tail wasonly six and a half feet long, it was not long or strong enough to allowher to move like a snake.Marcus prepared a fine meal. Since he knew she had the intention to eata lot, he prepared enough food to feed ten people. He also made a lot ofbeef because she was turning into. She wiped at her eyes and took a gulp from her wine. "You're going to tell your father aren't you? Of course you are. Why wouldn't you? You caught your mother being a dirty slut." She said. I wasn't sure what to do. I sat there again waiting. I was hoping for inspiration. How did I go about setting out my own agenda? "Why did you do it mom?" I asked as compassionately as I could. "I don't know honey." She sniffled. "Your father and I have drifted apart. We haven't had sex in a year...shit; I. I again hesitated, but she pleaded with me and I agreed. Mariah gave me a hug and I told her to go ahead and get ready in the bathroom. She then asked, Youre going to, arent you? I nodded my head and told her Id get ready out here while she got ready in the bathroom. Mariah hurriedly went into the bathroom and closed the door. As I stood to take off my clothes, I realized I needed a towel to cover up too. I went over to the bathroom door, knocked and asked Mariah to hand me a towel. She opened.