Gonna Getcha Good

Number would calmly listen to his new master. Sensations coming in on like a bad memory. Though they weren't so bad, considering many masters enjoyed these types of things. The lick on his neck sent shivers down his spine. It still wasn't as if he was not reactive. However she smelt heavily of her own children. She must have been one of those, he didn't question it nor care. In time perhaps they could have a good talk and be friends. It wasn't unlike him to be friends with his masters who wished it. However his tail cocked to the side as he went to ask a question. "Well mistress... am I on top or bottom?" he asked. Either way - they liked it differently. Number was also indicating that he was fine, after all. What was a slave without a master. Honestly this was the way of life he had been born into, he had no plans on leaving it.