How many strokes she wondered? She didn’t ask her Mum though. The not knowing was exciting for her, stimulating even. She stuck her bottom out just ...s she heard the whoosh of the cane travelling through the air for the second stroke. It hurt more and she could not stop an even louder gasp. She bent her legs slightly as the pain spread across both bottom cheeks before straightening them again, still holding on to the chair, and again stuck her bottom right out. Mrs. Denver smiled as she saw her. I half-collapsed down onto her, pulling both of us onto our sides so we could nestle, spoon style."Oh, sugar," she breathed, hugging my spent cock with her pussy."That was so good, honey," I said, thoughtlessly."Oh, nooooo..." she groaned. "Why did you have to say that?" I felt her nipples, which had softened, stiffen in the palms of my hands. She wriggled out of my embrace, releasing my spent dick. She climbed up on her hands and still-hobbled knees. "I have to suck you," she whimpered. "Have. As the guards came round a turn, a sudden shout rent the peaceful air. Howling men came tumbling from the rocks, their talwars sharp and flashing in the sun. The guards were cut down before they could draw their weapons.The camel drivers turned and raced away. Several did escape, those at the end of the caravan. The rest were cut down. The hill men laughed as they led the captured booty away into the hills.It took a month for the news to travel to Bashram. The merchants all gathered at. The can then floated right into his hand. He picked it up and analysed it, looking for a string. He found none. "Okay David, just get a grip. You're dreaming." David drank the beer, thinking about what had happened. He eventually decided to try it again. He knew there was one more can in the fridge, so he silently willed it to come too. It did. David watched it float out of the kitchen, and into his empty hand.By this point David was convinced that he'd developed some sort of powers. The lack.