California was seeing the most vicious storm its ever experienced for decades and it was a hazard to get around. You were worried for Drew as conditions were poor but she pulls through.
The door bell rings and your family meets and ushers Drew in. She was stunning as ever and she was throughly impressed with your place.
As your parents told her to make herself comfy, she pulls you aside, "Huh guess all those extra lessons were like pennies to you". You gulp and laugh.
Your parents tell you to show Drew around and you oblige. Drew is in constant awe but to you it was ordinary.
Once you knew your parents were not nearby, you turn and ask her a question. You ask if you can lick her feet. Her blue eyes widen which stun you in place. Her face shows some thought then she tells you, "maybe after dinner. It can be your dessert".
You get excited for later and the time feels like forever. Eventually dinner is served and Drew bond with your family, who take a liking to her. Drew compliments her favorite student, you, and rubs your leg with her foot. You pretend to drop a fork and duck down. Master Drew pinches your nose with her toes as you take a deep whiff. She kicks you away to remind you not to be down there so long.
Dinner concludes and everyone takes note of the worsening. Drew wants to excuse herself home to your dismay but your parents stop her citing the dangerous conditions. They offer the guest room and she hesitates to not overstep but they insist. She agrees and you have the biggest grin.
Your parents excuse themselves saying it was a pleasure meeting her and that they would leave you two to hang for the remaining time.
"So where in your mansion is the guest room" she said gazing around. You lead her through the maze and the room is gigantic filled with amenties.
"Woah kid. This is bonkers. What do your parents do?" she said amazed. You shrug and smile.
"By the way, lock the door. You still have the energy to lick my feet?" You turn around excited and she bombarded you with a kick combo. You expressed thankfulness for your master and her expertise. The sound of the storm covered all the whimpering and moans you let out as she kicked you.
"Feel good? Being beat up in your own home. No where to run huh". She shuffles back notices the tent you've pitched and lifts her brows.
A quick kick combo slapped your stick around which induced levels of pleasure beyond whats already happened.
Your breathing heaved and your groin twitched. Master Beatty watched as your pants exploded.
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