Consequently, getting the mannequin, which was designed to be supported on one leg, with one arm thrust forward, the other clutching the head and it�...s left leg stretched out horizontally behind the dummy, ensured that, no matter how it was positioned, it would not stand easily on the trolley that she had bought to move it to the window. The shocked expression on it’s face, that had taken many hours to get just right, seemed to remonstrate her undignified efforts to move the figure.However,. Then, slowly, she began to squat down, her knees together, but pointed straight at Jerry. When she reached a squatting position, she slowly began to open her legs. At first, all Jerry could see was the smooth inside of her thighs. But then, gradually, he could see the crotch of her black panties. When her legs were wide apart, she leaned back on her hands, slowly rotating her pelvis in time with the music. "You really like this, don't you?" she asked Jerry, eyeing the bulge in his pants. Jerry. She had never seen its like before, It consisted of a tapering bundle of leather thongs about three feet long; clearly the user could flagellate her own back with ease. Sister Lucia was not aware that this was a gentle version of the device; more earnest penitents would use the same whip, but with each thong twisted with wire and hardened, so that its use would mangle the flesh."Do you have any sins unconfessed, Sister?" came the quiet question."Oh yes, Master," she replied, "You know I have.". Not to mention my hormones. I got a gently curved figure. My breasts, which still had plenty of growing to do, were firm. I was about five feet, three inches tall. Though I may not have won beauty contests with my juvenile appearance I certainly got looks from the boys, as well as from some older men too. The later always seemed to make me blush.When my mom left she left me with the normal instructions, like not to tamper with anything. I nodded, knowing I would not listen.I waited for some.