You gently lift Mary Jane’s feet off your lap stroking her heels with your fingers.
“I take it you want a foot rub?” You ask her.

Mary Jane grinned. “It’s about time you offered!” She giggled. “What did I have to do to clue you in? Rub my feet against your face?”

You picture your wife doing that and become glad MJ’s feet weren’t in your lap when she said that. You look away slightly embarrassed about liking the idea.

Mary Jane looks at you concerned. “What’s wrong Peter? You look uncomfortable.”

You wave her off. “Nah it’s nothing,” you say.

Mary Jane smiles “If you’re worried about me putting my feet in your face…don’t be! I was only kidding. I know that they probably smell.”

You laugh at her misunderstanding. “No it’s not that.” You say before jokingly sniffing her socked soles and teasingly adding, “Although you have been wearing your boots for a while.”

MJ gives a gasp of surprise and pretends to be offended. “Oh really!” she says playfully pressing her feet against your nose. “Maybe I should rub your face with them after all.”

You smile and lightly tickle her heels causing MJ to giggle and quickly pull them away.

“It seems you’re pretty ticklish MJ,” You tease.

“Well maybe a little bit,” She acknowledges. She places her feet back in your lap. “Could I have my foot rub now?”

“Fine,” You say trying to hide how much you are enjoying her feet. “Let’s get this over with.”

Mary Jane moans in pleasure as she feels you starting to rub. “Mmm that feels nice” she tells you.

You smile.

How do you go about continuing the massage?