Gwen saw that shewas only clothed in a silky tanktop under her long white-leather- thesame kind that she also wore. The V-neck of her coat showed her ...freckledcleavage. It looked cold. Underneath, she wore a long herringbone skirtcloaked in grey aran-knit leggings- her thigh-high brown leather bootswere tightly crossed. Like Gwen, she was slender- but unlike herdaughter, she had large breasts and an hourglass figure. She had beentaller than Gwen, when she was her age.Gwen hoped that she would. I looked at her and asked do you have any clothes to wear to the theater? She said no just what I wore when I came over. I looked at wife and said take her and dress her appropriately for the theater and shave her but do not let her cum. My wife took Megan upstairs and about an hour later they both game down. Both were dressed the same nylons gartebelts shelf bras collar and heels.i said wonderful and I walked over and put collars around their necks and padlocked. I told wife to get her. "Hi, Jez. You're looking mighty fetching this fine afternoon."And she was. Skin tight camel toe shorts, boat shoes and a bandana halter top. That top didn't halt a single bounce or wobble. I wondered how she tied the corners behind her back. As she turned to walk with me I saw six inches of elastic sewn to one of the two bottom corners of the bandana and a hook and eye sewn to the other ... it wasn't enough.That top didn't cover the sides of her marvelous bosom. It was so tight it performed the. "Kiss it!" she said, I pursed my lips. She began to run the tip teasingly across my face. "Is this the way that blond bitch was teasing your cock?" "Did you like fucking that little slut?" "Don't you you know that you are mine?" "I OWN YOU!" Just how much had she observed before I became aware of her presence? It was edgy laying there, on one hand her dirty talk and dominance over me was exciting but not knowing what plans she had remaining, filled me with certain trepidation.Removing her.