"Fine, now princess, I'll dress you for the trip."
Anabel stood with her back, in an attempt to hide her nakedness and could not see the contents of the case.
Edward took out a strange piece of clothing from the briefcase, a hooded sweatshirt with only one sleeve on the back.
"We have a long road ahead of us. It can be cold at night, I don't want you to catch a cold. First the hands, then the head .."
Anabelle felt the hoodie grip her elbows tightly, forcing her to bring them together. Even if there were no handcuffs, the girl would not be able to free herself from this constraining clothing on her own.
Having put on the sweater, Edward carefully smoothed it over the figure of his captive.
"Great, now let's continue..."
Edward's hand slowly slid up to the girl's crotch, causing her to blush in humiliation.