She had no idea of his thoughts. She couldn't know that this was just another cruel act of grooming. His way of tricking her into only enjoying his particularly devious sex.
"Sorry baby." He said. "I don't know what came over me."
Tess lay with her head on his chest, stroking his inner thigh, focusing her stare on the damp, limp dick between his legs.
"Maybe you should have tied me up after all." She said, much to Ally's delight and surprise.
Her submissive comment gave her own heart a little flutter, causing a quick wave of excitement to flow between her legs.
At first she thought she could hear her own heart beating but then realised the irregular pounding in her ears came from Ally's chest. Her words had strummed against his weakness and she could now hear the immediate result.
From where she rested her head on his chest, she observed his drooping cock flop to one side of its own accord. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she pushed her own powers of temptation to control him.
"Would you do that for me?" she teased. "Would you tie me up again?"
She listened to his heart pump louder and faster. It amazed her how such simple words could divert blood and self control from his brain to his genitalia and bring his limp dick back to life in such a short space of time after just having sex.
Satisfied with the result of her experiment she sprung up to her knees and kissed him quickly on his lips.
"Oh look. You seem to be getting a little erection again." She laughed. "You can play with that one yourself. I'm going for another shower."
Ally shook his head with disbelief of his gullibility.
Ally's mouth widened with a revengeful grin on his face as she backed away, smiling at him in return.
After her second shower of the day she walked out of the bathroom, to stumble upon a conversation with Ally on one of his new phones, talking to someone in what she assumed to be Arabic.
Wandering around the log cabin in her towel, she searched through the bags he'd returned from shopping with earlier.
A new pair of jeans, a pair of tennis shoe trainers, a hideous green summer dress and a multi pack of socks and underwear.
Taking hold of the jeans in her hands, she shook them open and placed them on the arm of the sofa. The multipack of underwear came next, tearing the packaging and selecting a white pair with a tiny black bow on the front. Ally watched as she dropped the towel in front of him and slipped into her underwear, pulling the elasticated sides up and over her hips.
As he continued talking on the phone he watched the battle with the jeans begin.
Tess pulled on the belt loops at the waist band, followed by inching each side of the denim over her calves, then back to the waist band, crouching occasionally to stretch the cloth and gain as much slack as possible. Once over her hips the top button proved to be no problem at all. The three remaining buttons underneath were a little bit of a struggle but she managed to fasten them without Ally's help.
He watched her bend in front of him to put on a pair of white socks.
He finished his phone call and sat down on the sofa in front of her.
"Very nice fit." He told her. "Not too short either."
"They're fine. Yes." She said.
With Ally siting, Tess stood bare chested in front of him so he could admire the lower part of her new outfit.
Ally revelled over how tight the jeans were, paying particular attention to the depth of the seam in between her legs where it dug in, displaying to anyone's imagination the compressed mounds of her vulva concealed beneath, enhancing the two compressed lips on either side.
"Beautiful." he said, mesmerised by the sight, concentrating mainly on the stitched indentation biting into her. "Wow."
"You want some of this?" she said, mocking him with a sexy Eastern European spy accent, scraping her fingernail along the seam which she couldn't fail to notice had caught his attention.
Acknowledging the humour in her theatrics he looked up and smiled at her.
He placed a hand on one of the tight buns of her arse, giving it a playful squeeze as he stood up to cuddle her semi naked body.
Smiling at his affection towards her body, she looked back towards the coffee table and twisted herself away from him.
The box of her new phone captured her interest next. She sat down and cleared the coffee table to create enough space to unpack the phones contents.
"Now we're talking." She said approving of the model. "This is better than I had before."
"It's not registered to me or you." Ally explained. "And it has international use credit paid up front."
She placed the phone on the seat at the side of her.
"Thank you darling."
"You're welcome." He smiled back. "We need to setup our phones so that we can track each other."
Tess agreed and began to loose herself in the new phone menu.
Ally took this opportunity to explain about the arrangements he'd made to get her out of the country to begin what she thought would be her new life of sun, with swimming pools and cocktails.
He described how the first stretch of the journey would be with her hiding in the back of his van where they would travel for just over an hour before boarding a boat which would originate in Norway, stop to pick her up in Wales, convey her around France, Spain and Portugal then on to Morocco.
He planned to ship most of his belongings but would need to drive his van with some essentials, through France and Spain, via Gibraltar and meet her in Morocco.
"Why aren't you sailing with me?" she asked, cutting him off before he had chance to finish explaining the rest of the arrangement.
"Don't worry. You'll be safe."
"Well who will I be sailing with?"
"Some friends of friends." He told her.
"Men or women?" she pressed.
"Men." He regretfully confessed.
"No chance!" she told him. "I'm not spending time out at sea with a boat load of men. Especially when nobody knows that I'm actually alive." "I could get raped and thrown overboard." "Who knows what they might do to me."
"You won't get raped." He tried reassuring her. She did have a valid point though.
