"It doesn't matter what I enjoy." she says in a soft voice.  "I'll do whatever you tell me to do."  She stands and lets the dress fall to the floor.  Clad only in under skirts, she listens as doxi actually says please.  Her face is stained crimson as she lifts the petticoats and underskirts over her head and drops them to the floor.  Then unlacing the bloomers, she lets those fall to the ground as well.  Kicking her shoes off, she then stands before the bed, now naked.<br/><br/>Her body shows her age, stretch marks on her stomach and breasts.  Breasts that hang a little but are full and heavy with thick nipples surrounded by dark areola.  Her body is soft with several years of good eating and easy living, but you wouldn't call her fat.  Looking at her, you'd guess she's approaching fifty, but not yet there.  The signs of age that can easily be hidden with full skirts and outfits are now on display.  Signs of veins in the leg, and an untrimmed bush of pubic hair that has started to grey.  Yet with all of it, with all of these flaws of age, there's a quiet dignity about her.  A self assurance that is never seen in the young.  She doesn't hide her body nor is she ashamed of it.  She might be ashamed that she's being forced to display it to a stranger, but she's comfortable inside her own skin.<br/><br/>This isn't the body of a woman who's simply old.  This is a woman who's experienced life, who's lived, and due to at least one child, has known the touch of the carnal.   Any worshiper of Shoni would see the beauty in the woman with great ease.