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A typical morning in the convent, on the face. Look a little deeper. Envision our Mom Superior pierced. Envision our nun as not so innocent. Our Mother Superior discovers our postulant was admiring her fellow sisters, and has to pay for her sins.Now imagine just how we punish sinners, Tickling.The tables are turned. Our postulant proves precisely how she is. Envision the nuns surprise if she wakes up after a blow to the mind and finds she’s tied up, spread-eagle to a cross, with only her dependence. Add some hot wax, and lousy attitude, now lets see whos turn it is to beg for mercy in this sensual story of tickling. |
