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Speaker 1: to loosen any clothing now, or maybe be completely naked
Speaker 1: as you surrender to my story and give yourself permission
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Speaker 1: it was really happening. For the next thirty minutes or so,
Speaker 1: it's just you and my voice. This is your time,
Speaker 1: Your time to relax, your time to let you are
Speaker 1: in a bish go, your time for censuous pleasure. As
Speaker 1: you close your eyes and take a deep breath and
Speaker 1: just hold it for a moment and let it go
Speaker 1: with a sigh, letting all the stress of the week
Speaker 1: ago as you listen to my words and let my
Speaker 1: voice move over you. Helen Sheep as she glances around
Speaker 1: the store. Words from weeks ago rising in her mind.
Speaker 1: Her best friend's enthusiasm for her to rebel echoes loudly
Speaker 1: in her memories that afternoon when she had dared to
Speaker 1: break the rules, to do something while illegal that day
Speaker 1: that had led to the best mind blowing sex of
Speaker 1: her life that day that even now brings a throbbing
Speaker 1: between her thighs and a glistening of wet desire to
Speaker 1: her panties. But since that her sex life has vanished.
Speaker 1: She has tried with a couple of partners, but honestly,
Speaker 1: it was disappointing and just so well. Vanilla Helen knows
Speaker 1: she craves to feel that risk, that threat of danger
Speaker 1: once again. In truth, she craves him her a sexy cop.
Speaker 1: Really she knows no one else will do. Over the
Speaker 1: past couple of weeks, she has amassed a collection of
Speaker 1: lingerie and adult toys, all stolen in the desperate hope
Speaker 1: of seeing him again. High it's Devlin, but I'm welcome
Speaker 1: to another episode and she just had to ask to
Speaker 1: the idea he was cleared from her life. In her heart,
Speaker 1: she knows she needs to move on. Without thinking, she
Speaker 1: slides a red crotchless body into an oversized clutch bag.
Speaker 1: It wasn't as if she even needed it. She didn't
Speaker 1: stop to feel the sensuous red silk, or even ponder
Speaker 1: how it might feel against her naked skin, or maybe
Speaker 1: wear it for a man just before they fucked. Sighing
Speaker 1: to herself as she takes one desperate look around the store,
Speaker 1: dropping her head in resignation of another failed attempt, Helen
Speaker 1: walks slowly through the sliding doors and out into the mall,
Speaker 1: pausing for a moment, trying to think of stores that
Speaker 1: she might just see him at. Helene shakes her head.
Speaker 1: This is stupid. She is a mature woman, for fat's sake,
Speaker 1: not some teenager with her first crush. What hold does
Speaker 1: this man have over her? Stamping her heels on the
Speaker 1: floor trying to shake off the shackles of sexual frustration,
Speaker 1: he then decides to head home. Not so fast. Miss
Speaker 1: A harsh baritone voice echoes as she feels strong fingers
Speaker 1: grasping her shoulders, turning slowly. Suddenly, Hope rushes up her legs,
Speaker 1: turning the gentle warmth in her panties into a wild
Speaker 1: fire of desire. Before she has even turned to look
Speaker 1: at him. Her pussy is clutching with need, the need
Speaker 1: to feel his cock inside her again, to taste him,
Speaker 1: to know the satisfaction that only he can give. Lifting
Speaker 1: her eyes to look through her hair, green eyes stare
Speaker 1: down at her. This isn't her blue eyed sexy cop.
Speaker 1: Who is this impostor? Where is her cop? If she
Speaker 1: is going to be arrested, there is only one man
Speaker 1: for the job. As he guides her back into the store,
Speaker 1: his hands grasp her shoulder strongly, the movement of his
Speaker 1: thumb as it presses hard onto her muscle creating sensations
Speaker 1: vibrating through her breast. He is definitely strong. His firm
Speaker 1: grip attests to that. The fragrance of his cologne is
Speaker 1: undoubtedly manly. Helen gas with reluctant desire as she breathes
Speaker 1: in that fragrance, her body awashed with lust. As this
Speaker 1: security guard escorts her through the store, his strong hands
Speaker 1: skillfully guiding her between the rows of sensuous lingerie, past
Speaker 1: the sex toys and the large mirror windowed to a
Speaker 1: door in the far corner of the store. The thoughts
Speaker 1: of the salacious things he might do to her, the
Speaker 1: feeling of his body against her naked body, warming all
Speaker 1: her hot spots, sending pulses of electricity through a painfully
Speaker 1: round nipples as they push at the lace of her
Speaker 1: bra her panties somehow caressing her clet, teasing it. What
Speaker 1: is wrong with me? She muses? Do I have to
Speaker 1: get arrested to get this turned on? Do I have
Speaker 1: an authority fetish? Leaning over her, his broad chest prushing
Speaker 1: at the back of Helen's head, the heat of his
Speaker 1: body pressing along hers, turning her on even more shit.
Speaker 1: She can feel her wet pleasure dripping down her thighs,
Speaker 1: wishing now she had gone for jeans instead of a
Speaker 1: wrapper own skirt. He must be able to smell her
Speaker 1: lust the fuck's sake, She could, watching his hand intently
Speaker 1: as it moves over her shoulder, punching a series of
Speaker 1: digits into the keypad at the side of the door,
Speaker 1: and then feels another wave of disappointment. He didn't touch her,
Speaker 1: He didn't even try eye, For God's sake, he could
Speaker 1: have grasped her tits or something. Opening the door, he
Speaker 1: gives Helen a sharp push into the room, making her
Speaker 1: stumble and almost fall to the floor. Get in the
Speaker 1: chair and don't move. He snarls as he dumps her
Speaker 1: clutch bag on the table, turning it upside down, letting
Speaker 1: all its accusing contents of sex, toys and lingerie spill
Speaker 1: onto the table. He turns his emerald green eyes towards Helen. Well,
Speaker 1: haven't you been busy? I'm willing to bet my left
Speaker 1: nut that none of this has been paid for, he says,
Speaker 1: scowling at her the way he looks at her, the
Speaker 1: fiercely dominant tone of his voice sending trembles through her
Speaker 1: whole body, all culminating on an intense vibration on her clip.
Speaker 1: The sensation of her pussy clutching between her thighs overpowers
Speaker 1: any sensible thoughts she might be having. Pushing her thighs
Speaker 1: together in a desperate attempt to stem the flow of
Speaker 1: wet lust escaping her panties, Helen just seems to intensify
Speaker 1: the feelings, her dampness becoming uncontrollable as she tries to
Speaker 1: sit still on the chair, But the thought of what
Speaker 1: punishment might before her should she move, just turning her
Speaker 1: on out of her ever loving mind through defiance, lust
Speaker 1: and discomfort, and squirms in her seat, inviting his punitive efforts.
Speaker 1: She needs to be punished. She wants to be punished. Okay,
Speaker 1: if you don't sit still, I will have to cuff
Speaker 1: you to the chair, he growls, his voice full of
Speaker 1: menace in the promise of dark pleasure, the thought of
Speaker 1: him cuffing her to the chair turning Helen's lust into
Speaker 1: an impossible volcano. Like a bratish child, she wriggles dramatically
Speaker 1: in her chair, kicking at the ground with the heels
Speaker 1: of her shoes to accentuate the motion, forcing her thighs together,
Speaker 1: intensifying the sensation moving through a body, a wet desire
Speaker 1: burning a line down her thighs. Glaring at her, he
Speaker 1: snarls right, and with that he grabs her arms, roughly,
Speaker 1: forcing them behind the chairs. With two metallic clicks. Helen
Speaker 1: can feel her wrists secured firmly, her desire pulsing deep
Speaker 1: in her core, her click trembling. Yes, Helen thinks, at last,
Speaker 1: he may not be sexy comp but he will do
Speaker 1: The menacing guard turns away, walking to the far side
Speaker 1: of the room and retrieving his cellphone. He dows on
Speaker 1: them quickly while watching Helen's squirm in the chair. It's
Speaker 1: mark he says into the phone, I need you down
Speaker 1: a fig leaves, and then disconnects the col walking back
Speaker 1: toward Helen, lowering his head so their eyes a level,
Speaker 1: he studies her for a moment. A surge of petulance
Speaker 1: moves through her body as she kicks out with her
Speaker 1: free legs, her heel, catching him hard on the shin fuck,
Speaker 1: he growls, you bitch, Grabbing two more sets of handcuffs
Speaker 1: from the table, his long fingers easily clasped a thigh
Speaker 1: through her skirt, pushing her legs heavily down onto the chair,
Speaker 1: he kneels, grinning at her. I can feel your wet
Speaker 1: little pussy through your skirt. Guess you like being handcuffed?
Speaker 1: Helen sighs. At last the penny has dropped. He forces
Speaker 1: her legs apart and cuffing her ankles to the metal
Speaker 1: legs of the chair. His eyes trace a line up
Speaker 1: her body, holding for a moment over her breast, her
Speaker 1: erec nipples breasting on her shirt, over her lips, holding
Speaker 1: her gaze as he pushes her skirt up, exposing her
Speaker 1: glistening thighs the cold air in the room, biting at
Speaker 1: her throbbing clip through the wet silk of her panties.
Speaker 1: Amona escapes Helen's lips as his thumbs roughly push at
Speaker 1: the sudden material, pressing hard on the clip. As they
Speaker 1: hold each other's gaze, her body trembling with a desire
Speaker 1: that burns through a pussy, she gasps her head rolling back.
Speaker 1: Oh God, please fuck me, she whispers, her mouth dry
Speaker 1: with desire, standing up his heart, cock tenting his pants
Speaker 1: just inches from Helen's lips, flicking her tongue across her
Speaker 1: dry lips, moistening them. Knowing that beast of a cock
Speaker 1: will be in her mouth any moment. Now, wanting it
Speaker 1: to be there already, Helen closes her eyes as his
Speaker 1: large fingers clumsy release his waistband. The sound of his
Speaker 1: pants falling to his ankles. She opens her eyes again,
Speaker 1: seeing the monster of a hard cock straining his box
Speaker 1: assorts just confirms her desperate lust. I thought you might
Speaker 1: like this. He sets, his voice level and cold as
Speaker 1: he releases a pulsing length of muscle from his boxes.
Speaker 1: Alen's eyes widen at the side of it, the hunger
Speaker 1: to taste it, to feel it inside of her, densing
Speaker 1: all her muscles in her core with furious need. Slowly
Speaker 1: at first, his hand slides up and down the majestic
Speaker 1: length of his cock, his long fingers straining around its girth,
Speaker 1: watching every vein in his erection pulse with desire. As
Speaker 1: his hand quickens in pace, grabbing hand's hair with his
Speaker 1: other hand, twisting it into tight bundles, he growls, I'm
Speaker 1: going to come over your face, hot, little thief. Your
Speaker 1: throbbing pussy doesn't deserve my law abiding cock. Fuck no,
Speaker 1: Ellen moans, I need to be fucked. You can't do this.
Speaker 1: You think I'm going to put this beauty inside your
Speaker 1: dirty pussy, little thief? Think again, He growls, the tip
Speaker 1: of his erection pulsing just in front of Helen's eyes.
Speaker 1: It burns an angry red as it swells in front
Speaker 1: of her, pulsing with his rising orgasm. Fuck, he's going
Speaker 1: to come and leave me needy and want him, Ellen
Speaker 1: thinks to herself. The fuck you can't, he growls angrily
Speaker 1: as the door to the office swings open. His voice
Speaker 1: cuts off abruptly as an image of dark hair, intense
Speaker 1: blue eyes glowing in the low light. That police uniform
Speaker 1: that looks like the gods had poured him into it,
Speaker 1: release her, She's mine. That sexy voice resonates around the room,
Speaker 1: creating a surge of lust that washes over her body
Speaker 1: as she watches the godlike figure stalk through the door,
Speaker 1: her pussy crying out for his severe intention. Without pausing,
Speaker 1: the security guard drops to the floor, releasing the handcuffs
Speaker 1: around Helen's ankles, then standing and releasing her wrists. Helen
Speaker 1: rubs at her arms before standing and walking to stand
Speaker 1: next to her sexy cop Are you okay, baby girl? Yes,
Speaker 1: his voice deep and full of possessive concern. There gaze
Speaker 1: is meat, electristy crackling between them, Desire cascading down Helen's
Speaker 1: body as he moves his hand, pulling her hard against
Speaker 1: his firm body. A cessation of security, an unfathomable desire
Speaker 1: embraces her, the pulsing in her core feeling like a
Speaker 1: jackhammer as needs swelled deep inside. She slides the flat
Speaker 1: of her palm over his broad chest. Succumbing to his
Speaker 1: blue eyes. She whispers, I am now on he as fuck,
Speaker 1: but you know, smiling up at him, hoping to appear
Speaker 1: at least playful and obedient. The cruel smile dances over
Speaker 1: sexy CoP's lips as he says normal, then his eyes
Speaker 1: glistening with the promise of painful satisfaction. Turning toward the
Speaker 1: security guard, his gaze hardens again. Turn the chair to
Speaker 1: face the security window, he growls in that intense tone
Speaker 1: that does nothing but make Helen tremble in pleasure. Leave
Speaker 1: your pants, he commands, as the security guard bends to
Speaker 1: raise his pants. Now sit down, his voice tingling with passion,
Speaker 1: hand off yourself to the chair. Obediently, the guard sits
Speaker 1: and handcuffs his ankles to the chair and his hands
Speaker 1: together awkwardly clicking the lock into place, releasing Helen from
Speaker 1: his protective grip. He walks to the table with the
Speaker 1: spoils of her efforts spread across it. Pushing his bat
Speaker 1: on through the lingerie and sex toys, he whispers, looks
Speaker 1: like someone wanted to be arrested, quickly glancing back at
Speaker 1: Helen and winking, forcing a blush over her body. Well maybe,
Speaker 1: she says, embarrassed at how easily he could see through her.
Speaker 1: Put this on, he orders, selecting the crutchless bodysuit from
Speaker 1: the pile of contraband gasping Helen panics looking at the
Speaker 1: large window overlooking the shop floor. Don't worry, baby girl.
Speaker 1: No one out there can see and hear or hear
Speaker 1: a thing. What we do in here is between us.
Speaker 1: Siling gently, Helen takes a lace bodysuit and slowly unbuttons
Speaker 1: her shirt. No behind him, This piece of shit doesn't
Speaker 1: deserve to see your beautiful pussy until I say. Helen
Speaker 1: pulls her shirt back across her lackluster cleavage before moving
Speaker 1: around the bound security guard, letting her shirt fall to
Speaker 1: the ground. Helen releases her skirt before it joins her
Speaker 1: shirt in a parlor around her feet. As she slides
Speaker 1: her panties down her legs, she suddenly feels a flush
Speaker 1: of a rouse or cascading down her body. She had
Speaker 1: never been comfortable being naked in front of men. For her,
Speaker 1: her breasts were too small, her hips too wide, and
Speaker 1: her stomach not as flat as she would like. But
Speaker 1: in front of this man, as his gaze moves approvingly
Speaker 1: up and down her body, that low growl of desire
Speaker 1: that burns in his chest just makes her feel more
Speaker 1: a rare else than she could ever remember feeling. There
Speaker 1: was just something about him, about his demeanor, his voice,
Speaker 1: his eyes that made Helen burn with desire. Sliding the
Speaker 1: lace lingerie up her body, adjusting her pussy lips so
Speaker 1: they fit perfectly in the gap. She turns to face him.
Speaker 1: His eyes widen with lust, forcing him the wave of
Speaker 1: desire to move through Helen's core. Damn it, just the
Speaker 1: way he looks at her makes a ache. She knew
Speaker 1: he wanted her, but fuck if she knew why. Just
Speaker 1: as his eyes caress her body one more time, her
Speaker 1: pussy clenching with desire, her nipples pushing hard against a
Speaker 1: soft lace, and as she moves, the lace bites her nipples,
Speaker 1: turning her on so much. Looking down, she can see
Speaker 1: his appreciation, pushing hard at his pants. That beautiful cock
Speaker 1: was so fiercely wrecked beneath the material. God, she wanted
Speaker 1: to feel it again. Memories of that afternoon torment her
Speaker 1: care with need to taste it, to feel it inside her.
Speaker 1: She needed to feel it filling her. All she could
Speaker 1: think of was falling to her knees and thanking him
Speaker 1: in perfect submission, before taking every inch of him into
Speaker 1: her mouth. Her tremble ran through her body just at
Speaker 1: the thought of it. Now, let's show this piece of
Speaker 1: shit how to treat a lady in need. Taking her hand,
Speaker 1: he squeezes it tightly as he maneuvers her in front
Speaker 1: of the guard. Turning her, he pushes her against the
Speaker 1: security window, his body pressing hard against her back, his
Speaker 1: throbbing cock teasing at her astrument behind his pants. Helen
Speaker 1: closes her eyes as her pussy responds in perfect symphony,
Speaker 1: moving his bat on up the back of herth eyes
Speaker 1: firmly pushing it between them, forcing her legs apart. He
Speaker 1: traces the bat on slowly over the soft skin on
Speaker 1: the inside of her legs, stopping just as he reaches
Speaker 1: her exposed pussy lips and slowly sliding its cold length
Speaker 1: along her folds, the rough caress of the bat on
Speaker 1: forcing her clip to throb even more intensely. Suddenly, he
Speaker 1: taps a bat on against her clip, forcibly, sending shockwaves
Speaker 1: of electricity through a body as a gentle sting subsides.
Speaker 1: A warm glow burns to her clip, an aching desire
Speaker 1: swirling that just seems to intensify all the sensations created
Speaker 1: by being exposed to this man, by being submissive to him.
Speaker 1: As he stops abruptly, Helen opens her eyes, wondering why,
Speaker 1: suddenly aware of the shop is just feet away from
Speaker 1: their decadent theater, and then fills her core, clutched with need.
Speaker 1: Strangely more turned on by this near public display. The
Speaker 1: women on the other side of the window selecting lingerie
Speaker 1: and sex toys as that partners look on, none of
Speaker 1: them realizing what was happening just inches away behind the window.
Speaker 1: Grab your ankles, sexy Cock whispers in her ear. Submissively,
Speaker 1: Helen bends over her hands, clasping her ankles. Turning, Sexy
Speaker 1: Cock pushes his bat on under the security guard's nose
Speaker 1: smell how beautiful she is. Pushing it along his lips,
Speaker 1: he says, that's the closest thing you'll ever get to
Speaker 1: tasting anything that fucking sexy. Looking down, he laughs cruelly,
Speaker 1: mocking the security guard as he snears that beautiful cock
Speaker 1: of yours seems to be nothing but an old, flaccid
Speaker 1: piece of meat. Now with that, he stabs at it
Speaker 1: with his baton, laughing at his embarrassment. Finally wiping the
Speaker 1: baton over the guard's chest, he says, your pathetic dick
Speaker 1: doesn't deserve to be near her sweet pussy, and turning
Speaker 1: back toward Helen, his hands roughly rub over the globes
Speaker 1: of her ass, his fingers grasping at the soft flesh,
Speaker 1: pummeling it, before sliding two long fingers between her cheeks,
Speaker 1: teasing her ass whole, massaging it gently with the wet
Speaker 1: pleasure dripping from her pussy, before sliding a finger inside,
Speaker 1: rubbing those sensitive spots that electrify her whole body, thrusting
Speaker 1: gently in and out of that most secret place, her
Speaker 1: tiring of muscle clenching on his finger before he slowly
Speaker 1: pulls it out, prolonging her desire, her agony, her kneed
Speaker 1: as he slides his hand further down, massaging the web
Speaker 1: holds of her pussy, pulling them between his fingers, massaging
Speaker 1: her claid, pinching it with excruciating precision. He rubs it
Speaker 1: between his thumb and finger, dragging her nail slowly along it,
Speaker 1: sending bolts of pleasure cascading through Helen's body, lifting her head.
Speaker 1: Helen's eyes open widely as a moment of pure carnal
Speaker 1: desire escapes her lips, staring at the shoppers through the
Speaker 1: security window, her pussy aching with a longing as she
Speaker 1: watches their faces, able to see every detail with sexy
Speaker 1: cock commands, widen your legs further their own accord. Helen's
Speaker 1: legs spread further apart, struggling to get her balance again
Speaker 1: with the intense sensations moving through a body, just as
Speaker 1: a broad hand crashes against her pussy, sending a beautiful,
Speaker 1: burning sensation pulsing into a core. Moaning loudly as everything
Speaker 1: in her puss, she trembles with the raw passion of
Speaker 1: this man. Another spank on the folds of her pussy,
Speaker 1: a body tensing at the wildfire of lust, making every
Speaker 1: nerve and a body come to life, a need to
Speaker 1: come intensifying with every punishing stroke of his hand. He
Speaker 1: gal airs at the security guard and grouse this is
Speaker 1: how you treat a needy pussy, dick weed, before another
Speaker 1: painful thrash of his hands lands firmly on Helen's pussy,
Speaker 1: sending her desire into overdrive. Fuck, she could just come
Speaker 1: like this, she thinks, as spirals a pleasure move over
Speaker 1: her body. Turning toward her again, he unbuckles his belt,
Speaker 1: letting his pants drop before commanding, put your hands on
Speaker 1: the window, baby girl, You're going to need some stability.
Speaker 1: This might get intense before hammering without mercy, into Helen's
Speaker 1: waiting pussy, her lips thrubbing around every demanding thrust of
Speaker 1: his hard cock. Desperately, Helen pushes her hands against a
Speaker 1: mirrored window, her fists clenching tightly in response to the
Speaker 1: sensations moving through a body, the orgasm growing as his
Speaker 1: fingers grasp hard at her hips, pulling her back onto him,
Speaker 1: thrusting even deeper, every movement of his beautiful cock, rubbing
Speaker 1: so perfectly along her clip, dracing a glorious line up
Speaker 1: the wall of Helen's pussy, massaging that most private spot,
Speaker 1: her core clutching at every inch of his heart, lust
Speaker 1: tightening around him as she feels her orgasm spreading, Allen
Speaker 1: moans loudly as his cock trembles inside her, a growl
Speaker 1: rising up his chest as his body tenses. Suddenly, the
Speaker 1: warm avalanche of his pleasure explodes inside her, triggering her
Speaker 1: own orgasm, her body tensing as her hands grasped desperately
Speaker 1: at the sheer glass in front of her, trying to
Speaker 1: hold on to some stability. His cock still pulsing, he
Speaker 1: pulls out of Helen's pussy is come, dripping down her thighs.
Speaker 1: On your knees, he commands. Without waiting, Helen turns and
Speaker 1: drops to her knees, taking his still pulsing cock hungrily
Speaker 1: between her lips, her tongue, salaciously tasting every inch of
Speaker 1: him as that beautiful com continues to pulse into her mouth.
Speaker 1: That's it, baby girl, suck me dry, he moans, tasting
Speaker 1: every creamy drop of his pleasure as he forcibly thrusts
Speaker 1: in and out of her mouth. Out of the corner
Speaker 1: of her eye, Alen notices a lady adjusting her lip
Speaker 1: gloss in the reflective security window. Helen smiles around his
Speaker 1: throbbing erection as she massages his balls, forcing her lips
Speaker 1: along the entire length of his delectable manhood, lipsticks smearing
Speaker 1: along its length mine, Helen thinks to herself as the
Speaker 1: last drops of his cum trickle onto her tongue. He
Speaker 1: runs his powerful fingers through her hair. Holding Helen's gaze
Speaker 1: for a moment, he whispers, good girl, before moving his
Speaker 1: grasp under her chin, is still weeping, cocks sliding from
Speaker 1: her lips. Lifting her gently, he kisses Helen deeply. Their tongues,
Speaker 1: exploring each other's mouths, sharing that taste of warm pleasure
Speaker 1: that burns so deeply down her throat, immersing in the
Speaker 1: pleasure of that deep kiss that breathe each other's satisfaction
Speaker 1: deep inside. As he pulls back, staring into Allan's eyes.
Speaker 1: Get dressed, he commands, I need to take you in
Speaker 1: and give you a thorough interview. Grinning mischievously as she
Speaker 1: starts to slide the straps of her lingerie over her shoulders,
Speaker 1: the dress back in her normal bra and panties, he says,
Speaker 1: oh no, that can stay on, smiling with that cruel,
Speaker 1: crooked move of his lips. Slowly getting dressed, her legs
Speaker 1: still trembling from the after glow moving through a body
Speaker 1: she has. Well, you need to handcoff me, smiling, he responds,
Speaker 1: most definitely, but we will use mine. Turning to look
Speaker 1: at the pathetic security guard heaped in the chair, he continues,
Speaker 1: we will leave him here for his bosses to find.
Speaker 1: Should teach him to fuck with my pussy? Well, I
Speaker 1: hope that's her, and teased all those spots and put
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