The horse drawn wooden barges gave way to riveted iron and steam engines which gave way to welded steel and diesel engines. The canals themselves were...evaluated. Do they go where needed? Are they wide enough? Deep enough?There was a little international competition involved; the Boche (Derogatory term for Germans) have ocean going ships on their canals. We must compete. French canals were expanded ... the useful ones.The canals that went to places that closed or were ruined by corruption, sloth. I sat astride his legs, still bound at the ankles and with his denims pulled over that, and took hold of his cock.'Lick her fucking Cunt, and do it right', I ordered, pulling on his cock as if reigning-in a wild stallion, then a sudden urge overcame me as if to emphasize my power over him, I punched his testes with force, and suddenly I got the response I craved, as his tongue started working along those sweet vaginal folds of absolute pleasure, and Gail was lifting her ass off his face as his. Help a bit... if you like...' I'm sure that was my cock talking and not her loving uncle. He'd never had said that to his dear niece, never.'You show me, how'? She said readily.'Just squeeze it gently and move your hand up and down at the same time. Kind of soft but firmer... yes like that, I suddenly felt my body flying in air as she started stroking my wand; that's good, baby, that is very good....' My cock was in heaven and thinking brain in full retreat, a vague whisper somewhere in the. Those were two lonely and hungry days he would rather just forget about. His first two classes of the day crawled by and were filled with the things he had once been used to; like being picked on by the teacher, having students throw bits of paper and erasers at him when he wasn't paying attention, and being verbally abused by everybody and their dog. This was probably the toughest thing to get used to again but he really had no other choice. This was his life and always had been, expect for a.