In the silence of the dojo, your tongue licked up the soles of Master Beatty. She squirmed with every stroke of your tongue, still not accustomed to this gesture. Aside from the occasional flexing of her toes or a twist of her sole, you lapped away.
Your tongue needed occasional breaks and she would laugh as you swished your tongue around trying to get more saliva. She lifted up her sole to inspect.
"Wow that's actually impressive kid. Sure its a little tinted but overall solid stuff. Wait... stick out your tongue". You opened your mouth and showed a totally darkened tongue.
She laughs in a shock then suddenly reaches down to grab your wrists. She pulls you up a bit before stomping you back down, holding down your face. She then says, "hey your moms here, you gotta go". She steps off your face and greets your mom, who hadn't seen what Drew had been doing.
They chat for a while as you get ready and Drew smiles and ushers you two out.
Your mom tells you how much she admires her so you get the sneaky idea to invite her to dinner. Your mom walks back in and invites her.
NEXT DAY
Post class, you wait until the coast is clear. Drew comes and performs very light kicks on you while she asks, "so dinner at your this weekend. Boy, I've been curious what your house looked like with all that money you always handed me".
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