FJ with answers

“Sounds too good to be true… but your doing too good of a job to stop. So you’re going to answer who the others involved are while you continue this F.J.?” you ask while struggling to keep your breath even.

Kelpie pauses and hops her feet to the side. “Yes and no. Pull your pants down. I’m going to get some sanitizers and oil from my bag. I like to do things properly. Then, I’ll start talking and working at the same time,” she instructs.

You unbutton and unzip, but wait to pull down your pants until you see her take the lotion out. You have been very trusting so far, but you don’t want to be literally caught with your pants down if she produces a weapon or tries to make a dash with the journal and rulebook.

She places an unopened bag of hand wipes and a small bottle of lubricant on the table. “Clean and rub it in, please,” she instructs.

You keep one eye on her and the other on her tootsies. They are dainty. “I don’t suppose that baby oil isn’t going to sedate me or anything,” you half-joke.

Sighing, Kelpie squeezes some of the lubricant onto her fingers. She thinks a few seconds about what to do with it and then decides to carefully remove her top and applied the lotion to the top of her generous, well-formed bust.

“How do I know you haven’t built an immunity or taken antidote to--”

“Just clean and lotion to my feet, silly ass,” she commands and pushes the bottle to you.

You open the packet and quickly clean her feet before you put a couple of gobs of the balm on your palms. You apply it slowly, but she snickers some as you accidentally tickle her.

“Maybe I should just tickle the information out of you,” you say with a mischievous grin as you finish.

She lets a genuine chuckle. “And I thought I had you pegged for a sub… so to speak.” She makes a come on gesture and you pull down your pants. You’re semi-hard as she brings her toes across your inner thighs and then they start massaging your balls.

“They are well pedicured,” you compliment as you afeel the tension grow.

“Thanks. Now, let’s see. What I know for certain is that there are two more books out there… maybe more. I don’t know much about the details, but one can allow the owner to change himself or herself. I think it can also move them around quickly, like a teleporter or fast travel. It’s current owner is Dalia. She is… she murdered my fiance,” she says with an enforced coldness.

You are taken aback by her smouldering eyes as she moves her trembling feet away from their pleasurable task. She takes a deep breath and then returns her feet to manipulating your sack.

“Tristan found the Rulebook first. Much like how you found it. He… he was selfless with it. He used it to improve families, neighborhoods, and cities. He was **** to use it on a large scale due to the risks of discovery or accidents. He was upfront with me about it and wanted to share it with me.”

“How would that work?” you interrupt.

Kelpie’s thick, ruby lips curl. Yet, she takes the opportunity to change her approach and alternates bringing her soles across the underside of your dick.

“Do you want me to answer that now or tell you about the others involved?” she retorts with lowered eyebrows.