She agrees

Cursing silently, Amy slides down her panties, momentarily displaying her red bush to James before using one hand to cover up, the other holding out the panties. "Here," she says slowly.

James smiles at her, stepping forwards and taking the panties from her hand, before passing her the T-shirt. "Seems a fair trade."

Turning her back on James, not caring that she's showing him her arse, Amy quickly pulls the T-Shirt on, feeling it hug tightly against the contours of her body, and, to her dismay doesn't even begin to cover her arse or pussy.

"Fuck," she mutters, bending carefully at the knees to find her jeans on the floor.