"What," you reply to her question, "do you think you'll need help putting your pants on?"
"Well... um..." Amanda looks away from you embarrassed. "Yes."
"Alright." You make a few last adjustments to the back of Amanda's panties as you get up and point down at the floor.
"Lay down for me, okay?"
A little hesitant to being commanded like that, she eventually nods and gets down on her back, laying in a tight straight formation on the floor.
You kneel down in front of her and point at her lower-half.
"Spread your legs." You instruct.
Amanda has no time to feel uncomfortable this time as she immediately does what you told her. You grab her pants, position her feet inside, and steadily drag the pants up her legs until it reaches her upper-thighs.
"Now lift your bottom." You explain, and she immediately does so, allowing you to stuff them up the rest of the way. She rests her butt back down and you grab her zipper; looking longingly into the glimpse of panties before you cover them up with a zip, and finally finish the job by securing the button in place.
You have her stand up, raise her arms, and drop her shirt down onto her.
"Let me make sure it's on right." You say, and you begin to feel her up. You pat her back and rub her belly; and squeeze her breasts for as long as you think you can before she gets suspicious.
"Actually, let me make sure your pants are on right too." You add, sticking a hand down the front of her pants and wiggling your hand around freely.
"Mmhg." Amanda grunts. "Are you sure that's necessary?" She asks.
"Yeah," you say, pressing your fingers up against Amanda's pussy for a few more seconds before finally pulling your hand out, "you're gonna have all sorts of problems if your clothes aren't on right."