I grew up in a small family. My father was from a richer family and left that life to be with my mother. I spent most of my late teens and early adult hood in the iron mines close to the village I grew up in. A few weeks ago I got a letter from my uncule that he was leaving me his fram and his house to better my life. When I got there I found a nice little homestead with what to me is a mansion and stables that look better than the house I grew up in. I was greeted by a cat girl name alina. She is cute but shy and has a great body. Alina informed me that the farm was for breeding and the selling of slave girls and boy. I perfure to call them pets and belive I will call them that from now on.