She grabs her panties.

"No," Emma said again, her voice sounding far firmer this time, clearly managing to fight against your control.

She started back down the aisle to where she had discarded her thong, treating you to a fantastic view of her arse as she bent to pick it up. Until now her jumper had been doing a good job of covering her up, but now she was bent over those tasty globes just hung in the air before you.

It's almost a shame when she finally straightens up, stepping into the thing and you wonder if you should even let her get dressed.