‘God damn you’re good.’ ‘Didn’t think I had that many orgasms in me. What will I do tomorrow if I want to have one?’ ‘Guess I could come...back.’ ‘Or just stay.’ ‘Really? Maybe I should go back to the hotel tonight and plan to stay tomorrow night.’ ‘Actually I think you should stay tonight and checkout tomorrow morning.’ ‘We just met.’ ‘I have a good feeling about us.’ ‘Often those initial feelings suck.’ ‘I know. Usually for me they do. This feels different. Besides, how long had you planned to. But now her fantasies were not to be. The masseuse would be in total control over April. This excited April in a way, as she had never thought about what it would be like to be in another woman's control.She drew in a deep breath."You are so beautiful." April said. "I have wanted to caress your breasts ever since I saw you. I want to kiss them, to suck on your nipples." As the words flowed from her lips, April became aware of a new wetness between her legs. She was surprised at her. As she was doing that, I was able to go back to being the bee tending her womanly flower - and even as she was finishing up her cleanup of my wilted member, I could hear her breath quicken in time with what I was doing to her: lapping up the ample supply of her inner oils, pulling on her labia with my lips, and fluttering across her clitoris with my tongue. Finally, I heard her deep-throated groan as her vaginal entrance began clutching at my buried tongue. As her spasms passed through her, I. Barges on the canal were modernized. 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.