Wow…just recalling this has me hard. I nervously ran my hands up her thighs and ran my fingers over her mound, she wasn’t shaved as I first though...just very thin hair (I later found out this isn’t unusual for older women). I brush my fingers over her clit and traced the outline of her pussy lips with my fingers. She was soaking wet and had a heady aroma which made my balls twitch. I slowly inserted my finger into her slippery pussy, I felt something and she smiled…”pull it out”. I slowly pulled. The cool air of the room made her shiver or perhaps it was the excitement of what was to come. Motioning for her to stand, I slowly released her skirts buttons and let it fall to the floor. Slowly as if teasing her, I slipped my fingers into her panty elastic and slid them down. As expected, her cunt was not shaven. I smiled to myself, walking behind her I released the clasp on her bra and her heavy tits swaged from their freedom. Gathering her clothes, I put them away and then sat on the bed. “I’m sorry sir. She described being punished in a number of ways. She explained that she was often bound and beaten with various implements. She described the beatings as being almost as painful as giving birth. She was also made to beg for forgiveness and was treated like a dog when your father decided it was necessary. She explained that she was often to willful for her own good and your father had to spend a great deal of time breaking her of that will. He required her to service his sexual. The ground was rushing towards me and I waited until I was about three-hundred meters away before I opened the grav shroud. I was yanked up as it slowed me and I turned and looked for a place to land.I only had a few heartbeats before I turned and shifted as the shroud slid between trees. I landed in a crouch and quickly removed the harness. I grabbed the pack that had been hanging under me and put it on before I started moving. It was not long before the whole area was full of half breed.