She had gone to the doctor the month before and gotten the pill. Her mother knew about it and told her if she loved me it was ok. But Annette did not ...ell me this, until that evening.That evening Annette made dinner for the three of us (Annette, Rose, and I) Rose the smart 12 year old that she was, left us in the living room and went into her room to watch TV. We watched television and whenever I started to try to more than kiss Annette she kept telling me to wait until Rose was asleep.I was. The British accent sounded familiar. I obeyed in a second. "Kiss my feet," he said. I lowered my head to his feet and kissed them lightly, then tenderly, then passionately. I moaned softly as a sign of the arousal I experienced simply from kissing the feet of my master. It was a common slave girl's device to entice a master, but it was also something I felt deep inside me. "Lift your head," he said. I did so. I was still on all fours, now looking ahead at his knees and thighs. I felt his hands. She'd miscounted."Wrong!" I hissed.I pinched her left ass cheek hard with my left hand, and slapped her hard on the right. She seemed to try to pull away from me, but I maintained my grip."Se...seven!" she moaned."That's wrong, slut!" I shouted.I increased my grip and started twisting her firm flesh, as I slapped her right cheek again, harder than last time. Without waiting, I hit her again, twice, three times in the same spot. Once again I could feel a swell of black rage rise up in me,. I really hoped she wouldn't mind sharing them with me!My Christmas shopping had to be done in my days off as well. In past years Iwas always able to buy stuff during the fall, but not this year - with mycrazy-busy life I couldn't even think about it till school was out. I alsohad to work long pre-Christmas hours at Milestones to make up for the timeI'd be taking off. Good old Miles had pulled out sequin-covered Santa toquesfor all his girls to wear, as he did every year. That was okay with me.