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Dawn broke as dawns do round here, grey and wet, Peter arrived at the kitchen leaving his tired wife asleep, he made tea, then picked up the s**ttered clothing, folding it all and putting it on their respective chairs, he hesitated with Alice`s undies, silky and pink, feminine and wispy, his thoughts drifted to her in the strap on harness and he became erect in his PJ`s, he sniffed at the clothing , then as if coming awake, he placed them down, and fetched a cloth to try and wipe away the stains on the rug from last night`s session. That days paper clattered through the letterbox, so the task over, to distract himself, thinking that hopefully he would need more sexual energy later in the day he made toast then sat at the table to read.
A tousled Tony appeared he poured himself tea, and came to sit his body naked from the waiste up, light blue PJ`s covering the rest with bare feet and a lop-sided grin, he said “no Gloria yet?”
Peter answered that “Perhaps he would like to go wake her, breakfast will be at 10, and leave her arse alone it may be sore!” the tea was gulped and with a bound that belied the tousled look, he was off to woo his friends wife, the door closing behind him as he went. 15 long minutes passed, then a vision in a pink nighty appeared, it was Alice, she too poured tea, then came to sit with Peter.
From above could be heard a rhythmic clatter of bedhead against wall, she grinned and muttered “early birds…” then at peter`s behest she rose and made more toast.
They sat munching toast, listening to the sounds from above and passing the time of day talking of their lives and lifestyles.
Alice`s life seemed a lot like Gloria`s but without the tyrannical father, she had lost her cherry to her late brother, who was not a very wholesome sort, dieing from some d**gs related fight at a fairly early age. She did however say that he had helped her out a while ago, by introducing her to a man who did sex films and paid massively if you were prepared to receive a hard time, and he came on the scene at just the right moment, just at a time when her and Tony were desperate for money, really desperate, not just hard up, suicidaly desperate.
Peter asked about the type of films and with a steady gaze and a sad look she said sadistic stuff, stuff she had had to persuade Tony to let her do, and stuff that needed nursing to get her well afterwards. His comment of “wow, you must have been desperate!” had her nodding, muttering “we were, but its why I now enjoy that sort of stuff, but in a much milder way!” by now his eyes were shining and he was looking eager to hear more. She explained that; “once you have experienced that type of stuff it`s like marmite… either you love it, or you hate it. But I must admit I could see no other choices at the time, we, Tony and I, well, things were that bad we were contemplating suicide we were so desperate.” Peter by now was sat mesmerised, his eyes fixed on her like the rest of the world didn’t exist. Above them the noises had reached a crescendo, and silence now temporally reigned, making the revelations seem just that bit more amazing.
“you mean to tell me you were so desperate you went to this bloke, offered him your body to do as he would with it, to pay off your debts…I am amazed, you must have been desperate, I don’t think I could have let Gloria do that, not at any price…”
She smiled, and in a quiet voice said, “perhaps you have never been as desperate as I was, well we were, back then!”
From above came the sound of yet another headboard rattling screw, slightly differing to before, in that it was slower and louder. She grinned and said, “oh, a different position,” and they both smiled. Peter however asked if she had a copy of the film. She said, “she had and she would make him a copy if he was that keen to see her whipped, caned and screwed multiple times till she was u*********s!” she added that “I had had to do it twice to get us out of the problems we had and going back the second time, knowing what was going to happen to me, was the biggest and hardest thing I had ever done in my life, though I suppose for the film maker, that was all part of the fun!”
Strangely a month after her wounds and bruises had gone, she said she found she was wanting more, it was weird, a compulsion, like a d**g, she was just no longer satisfied with conventional vanilla sex anymore and she had been back a number of times now, though for sessions no-where near as severe as those first two times!
By now Peter was as stiff as a poker, he stood hauled her to her feet and kissed her hot and strong. Above the noises were getting frenzied, as they collapsed down onto the damp carpet and with hands everywhere and to the sounds of their respective partners beating a tattoo on the bed above, still clothed, they began to screw hard and fast.
The orgasm came and went in tune with the couple above, after a short pause the four met over coffee and a breakfast the two women soon made, at the table they sat, and Alice, the forthcoming Alice, explained to her husband that “she had told Peter about the film making.” Gloria asked about it, saying “I have been a busy girl today so far,” and asking had she missed something? Alice to update her explained that to make some cash when they were at a pretty low point in their lives, she had made a couple of pretty savage and sadistic porn films, though she didn’t go into detail just saying it had taken 2 weeks to recover the first time and a little longer the second. Gloria regarding her friend with awe, saying was it a paying game? Alice`s answer was to say that the two films not only paid off their debts, it had set them up in business though it was a step not to be taken lightly, she had been suicidal before the opportunity presented itself, or she would never have gone through with it. Now though she “has become reasonably well known and enjoys the pain more now,” adding she “had just been offered a k9 film though she had not tried that stuff before, but the price was good, and she was thinking seriously of it!” Gloria, grinning said if she wanted a stand in, she had always fancied trying being in a porn -film! Though Peter`s scowl said perhaps he was less enamoured by the idea.
Alice, however, didn’t notice that and said if Gloria was serious, she would be happy to introduce her to her film-making friends. Gloria having seen Peter`s face let the idea drop and rapidly changed the subject, explaining about her brother, and saying that he was coming for a weekend soon, a fit and robust soldier, who would love to share himself with them all. she was sure! Alice asked if this was the brother that had her cherry, to which a blushing reply that he was the very same, had them all laughing.
Tony suggested to “get them in the mood again” Alice should tell them about going to the films, and how she felt, he said it turned him on like crazy, so this agreed with coffee`s in hand into the living room they did go, Gloria, in her dressing gown and the two men in PJ`s sitting on the sofa, and Alice on the armchair, still in her nightdress all sipping coffee, and fairly randy.
She started by saying that two years ago she and Tony, due to various things that she would not go into, had a big debt on their hands, and a loan shark after them big time. They honestly had though suicide was the only way out, when her late brother visiting one evening asked why the long faces, and she broke down and told him the whole story. He could not help financially, but he did know a man… But, he said, it meant pain, perhaps humiliation and a loss of dignity, and so on but it would be better than topping themselves So, eager to pay the shark they talked over the situation, and despite Tony`s protests she decided whatever it took it would be better than ending it all. thus, within a day or two they went with the brother to meet the man, up in ta pub, one of the green man pubs up on the moors. He checked out our girl, who said if her brother would vouch for her, and guarantee her silence, he would offer her a film, but she must be prepared to suffer, and he warned it would be that brutal that she would need nursing afterwards. The sum promised, would pay about half their debts.
They said that and with a shrug the man said she could do a second as soon as she was fit enough, but it was all he could do, it was a one of payment, no royalties or any of that crap, though he promised a copy for themselves, but the film `s would be off to Russia and the U.S.A., both of which had a big network to deal with this sort of stuff.
With some worries she agreed, and a date was set for her to be “delivered “clothing and instructions would be delivered, though he asked for sizes and so on, adding she would be away overnight, 2 full days.
They managed to stall the shark for a week, and with some worries she received the `clothing,’ the following Monday with an accompanying letter that said her brother was to collect and deliver her dressed and alone, to the `set’ on the Tuesday at 6 am.
Mat, her brother said it was a good hour to the “set” so he would collect her at o4.15, then off he went, leaving them with butterflies and worries, such as might be imagined. It was a sleep free night and a parting at 4.15 on a grey autumn morning that felt very final.
The journey was in silence, more or less, dressed as she was in a tweed two piece, brogue’s, and stockings she looked like anyone`s secretary, they were soon out at the rather remote farm, there Mat left her with the instructions to return at 1pm next day and to cover his back seats with a clean sheet, which sounded a little strange but he said he would comply, kissed her and then went.
It was a busy barn full of small sets, an office, a kitchen, a bedroom and a dungeon, all in the corners of the old barn, the last made her shudder, a set hand was cleaning blood rather indifferently from the saint Andrews cross, and a couple of others sorting a camera, and a sound boom. The maker (who by the way had told her not to refer to him as sir or master, but as maker) swept her into a side room asking if she was ready and, was she nervy?
She said she was terrified but that she would go through with it, they needed the money… he burst out laughing, saying the first set was the office and the last the dungeon so not to worry unduly today.
They started easily, a shot or two of `the makers’ hired car, a bit of leg as she got out, that sort of thing. Meeting the leading man, a tall blonde Tarzan type, dressed as a business man complete with phone and briefcase.
Over breakfast the story was read to them both, she his secretary, falls for him, in the office set. Then its in the kitchen and making coffee when the plumber arrives. The secretary has him on the floor, Tarzan finds them, returns her to his office and they have a spanking scene, moving on to his bedroom and a bondage scene to finish the day. Next day starts with another spanking, before he then takes her to the dungeon to finish. before she should be collected.
He didn’t go into the dungeon scene in detail, and in a spirit of not wishing to know, she didn’t ask.
That first scene was very simple, vanilla, confidence building, and soon in the can as they say. The second scene after coffee was a little raunchier, the plumber was older well-endowed and short, sex was gentle, and other than removing knickers and hitching up her skirt not very exposing. She in fact was just beginning to enjoy the fuck, when bloody Tarzan appeared and dragged her of the plumber by her hair, berating her and so on. they stopped for lunch, hot steak pies and coffee, followed by a toilet break then restarting in the office set, he dragging her into the place by her hair, then making her raise her skirt and giving her a long over the knee spanking, her arse turned red as his hand found its target, time and time again, tears began to form, Tarzan suddenly ceasing the spanking standing and throwing her over the desk to ravage her, finishing the job the plumber had started in the kitchen.
It was her first orgasm, his tool long and stiff thrusting deep into her body in a very expert way.
That too was soon in the bag and with his cum dribbling down her legs, she was dragged to the bedroom set. Here he made her strip, the first time her tits had been out and exposed the whole day, he threw her on the bed, a fourposter, secured her face down and then they stopped for tea. She to her surprise was released and told to “stay naked” they had another meal then she was told to “toilet it will be a long, long scene.
It was a leisurely break, she washed and dried herself, toileted, and as soon as she said she was ready by now she was lulled into a false sense of security, she lay back into her place and allowed him to secure her at each arm and leg. From the clapper calling action the pain began, a cane striking across her back her arse and her legs hard and regularly like a metronome. Each lash falling hard, and painfully, leaving a red welt, making her scream, and writhe, in agony, as best she could in her bonds.
Suddenly it was over, , the caning ceased, out went the lights and the great barn doors slammed shut, leaving her in the dark alone, still secure, still sobbing, her arse a sea of fire, as was her back and legs. That old rat-infested barn echoed frighteningly with wind and tiny feet scuttling about, shear terror overtook the pain, it would be a very long wait, despite her exhaustion
They returned at seven, regardless of her bursting bladder or her noisy protests she was released then turned over onto her stiff and aching back. Before Tarzan began to lightly whip her breasts and belly.
The pain soon had her wetting the bed, to the Makers obvious joy, almost as she dried, they called cut and she was released for breakfast and much needed coffee. The maker grinning and saying that there was just one more scene, and before they began, he would say goodbye for now…. as she would not be capable later.
Exhausted as she was, the comment still did not go un-noticed and a shudder passed through her tired body. the meal over and toileted once again, she was lead to the set, still cuffed from last night`s securing they soon had her suspended by the wrists, lights playing on the reddened and welted marks, the camera not missing a twitch of an eye as she watched the preparations, a bull whip, clamps for her nipples or sex lips and a thin double hook on a s short string. Cut,
Before the called action once more they sprayed her body with some sort of antiseptic spray, which also eased the pain a little.
The session proper, started Tarzan fitting the double hooks into her nasal openings pulling her head up and securing the string to the hoist, saying that it would keep her head up when she became un conscious” he then fitted the clamps on her nipples, tightening them till she screamed, then adding an extra turn, she being unable to see him or what he was doing with her head held up.
He began with the bull whip, it was agony, especially when the lash caught a welt, whoosh thump, whoosh thump, like some strange pumping engine the sounds the only warning of the arrival of the incoming lash.
Pain wracked her body, pulsed of red- hot pain setting out for her brain as each embrace of the leather hit home, she struggled to remain sane, on, and on, and on, the lash landed, would it never stop, on, whoosh slap whoosh slap her voice hose from screaming, whoosh slap, the world spinning, then darkness.
She was aware of vibrations, motion, her body one huge mass of pain, her nipples bruised her nose sore, again blackness, then hands, lifting her, darkness again and waking in her own bed. Tony and Mat looking worried,
It was over…that time.
Dawn broke as dawns do round here, grey and wet, Peter arrived at the kitchen leaving his tired wife asleep, he made tea, then picked up the s**ttered clothing, folding it all and putting it on their respective chairs, he hesitated with Alice`s undies, silky and pink, feminine and wispy, his thoughts drifted to her in the strap on harness and he became erect in his PJ`s, he sniffed at the clothing , then as if coming awake, he placed them down, and fetched a cloth to try and wipe away the stains on the rug from last night`s session. That days paper clattered through the letterbox, so the task over, to distract himself, thinking that hopefully he would need more sexual energy later in the day he made toast then sat at the table to read.
A tousled Tony appeared he poured himself tea, and came to sit his body naked from the waiste up, light blue PJ`s covering the rest with bare feet and a lop-sided grin, he said “no Gloria yet?”
Peter answered that “Perhaps he would like to go wake her, breakfast will be at 10, and leave her arse alone it may be sore!” the tea was gulped and with a bound that belied the tousled look, he was off to woo his friends wife, the door closing behind him as he went. 15 long minutes passed, then a vision in a pink nighty appeared, it was Alice, she too poured tea, then came to sit with Peter.
From above could be heard a rhythmic clatter of bedhead against wall, she grinned and muttered “early birds…” then at peter`s behest she rose and made more toast.
They sat munching toast, listening to the sounds from above and passing the time of day talking of their lives and lifestyles.
Alice`s life seemed a lot like Gloria`s but without the tyrannical father, she had lost her cherry to her late brother, who was not a very wholesome sort, dieing from some d**gs related fight at a fairly early age. She did however say that he had helped her out a while ago, by introducing her to a man who did sex films and paid massively if you were prepared to receive a hard time, and he came on the scene at just the right moment, just at a time when her and Tony were desperate for money, really desperate, not just hard up, suicidaly desperate.
Peter asked about the type of films and with a steady gaze and a sad look she said sadistic stuff, stuff she had had to persuade Tony to let her do, and stuff that needed nursing to get her well afterwards. His comment of “wow, you must have been desperate!” had her nodding, muttering “we were, but its why I now enjoy that sort of stuff, but in a much milder way!” by now his eyes were shining and he was looking eager to hear more. She explained that; “once you have experienced that type of stuff it`s like marmite… either you love it, or you hate it. But I must admit I could see no other choices at the time, we, Tony and I, well, things were that bad we were contemplating suicide we were so desperate.” Peter by now was sat mesmerised, his eyes fixed on her like the rest of the world didn’t exist. Above them the noises had reached a crescendo, and silence now temporally reigned, making the revelations seem just that bit more amazing.
“you mean to tell me you were so desperate you went to this bloke, offered him your body to do as he would with it, to pay off your debts…I am amazed, you must have been desperate, I don’t think I could have let Gloria do that, not at any price…”
She smiled, and in a quiet voice said, “perhaps you have never been as desperate as I was, well we were, back then!”
From above came the sound of yet another headboard rattling screw, slightly differing to before, in that it was slower and louder. She grinned and said, “oh, a different position,” and they both smiled. Peter however asked if she had a copy of the film. She said, “she had and she would make him a copy if he was that keen to see her whipped, caned and screwed multiple times till she was u*********s!” she added that “I had had to do it twice to get us out of the problems we had and going back the second time, knowing what was going to happen to me, was the biggest and hardest thing I had ever done in my life, though I suppose for the film maker, that was all part of the fun!”
Strangely a month after her wounds and bruises had gone, she said she found she was wanting more, it was weird, a compulsion, like a d**g, she was just no longer satisfied with conventional vanilla sex anymore and she had been back a number of times now, though for sessions no-where near as severe as those first two times!
By now Peter was as stiff as a poker, he stood hauled her to her feet and kissed her hot and strong. Above the noises were getting frenzied, as they collapsed down onto the damp carpet and with hands everywhere and to the sounds of their respective partners beating a tattoo on the bed above, still clothed, they began to screw hard and fast.
The orgasm came and went in tune with the couple above, after a short pause the four met over coffee and a breakfast the two women soon made, at the table they sat, and Alice, the forthcoming Alice, explained to her husband that “she had told Peter about the film making.” Gloria asked about it, saying “I have been a busy girl today so far,” and asking had she missed something? Alice to update her explained that to make some cash when they were at a pretty low point in their lives, she had made a couple of pretty savage and sadistic porn films, though she didn’t go into detail just saying it had taken 2 weeks to recover the first time and a little longer the second. Gloria regarding her friend with awe, saying was it a paying game? Alice`s answer was to say that the two films not only paid off their debts, it had set them up in business though it was a step not to be taken lightly, she had been suicidal before the opportunity presented itself, or she would never have gone through with it. Now though she “has become reasonably well known and enjoys the pain more now,” adding she “had just been offered a k9 film though she had not tried that stuff before, but the price was good, and she was thinking seriously of it!” Gloria, grinning said if she wanted a stand in, she had always fancied trying being in a porn -film! Though Peter`s scowl said perhaps he was less enamoured by the idea.
Alice, however, didn’t notice that and said if Gloria was serious, she would be happy to introduce her to her film-making friends. Gloria having seen Peter`s face let the idea drop and rapidly changed the subject, explaining about her brother, and saying that he was coming for a weekend soon, a fit and robust soldier, who would love to share himself with them all. she was sure! Alice asked if this was the brother that had her cherry, to which a blushing reply that he was the very same, had them all laughing.
Tony suggested to “get them in the mood again” Alice should tell them about going to the films, and how she felt, he said it turned him on like crazy, so this agreed with coffee`s in hand into the living room they did go, Gloria, in her dressing gown and the two men in PJ`s sitting on the sofa, and Alice on the armchair, still in her nightdress all sipping coffee, and fairly randy.
She started by saying that two years ago she and Tony, due to various things that she would not go into, had a big debt on their hands, and a loan shark after them big time. They honestly had though suicide was the only way out, when her late brother visiting one evening asked why the long faces, and she broke down and told him the whole story. He could not help financially, but he did know a man… But, he said, it meant pain, perhaps humiliation and a loss of dignity, and so on but it would be better than topping themselves So, eager to pay the shark they talked over the situation, and despite Tony`s protests she decided whatever it took it would be better than ending it all. thus, within a day or two they went with the brother to meet the man, up in ta pub, one of the green man pubs up on the moors. He checked out our girl, who said if her brother would vouch for her, and guarantee her silence, he would offer her a film, but she must be prepared to suffer, and he warned it would be that brutal that she would need nursing afterwards. The sum promised, would pay about half their debts.
They said that and with a shrug the man said she could do a second as soon as she was fit enough, but it was all he could do, it was a one of payment, no royalties or any of that crap, though he promised a copy for themselves, but the film `s would be off to Russia and the U.S.A., both of which had a big network to deal with this sort of stuff.
With some worries she agreed, and a date was set for her to be “delivered “clothing and instructions would be delivered, though he asked for sizes and so on, adding she would be away overnight, 2 full days.
They managed to stall the shark for a week, and with some worries she received the `clothing,’ the following Monday with an accompanying letter that said her brother was to collect and deliver her dressed and alone, to the `set’ on the Tuesday at 6 am.
Mat, her brother said it was a good hour to the “set” so he would collect her at o4.15, then off he went, leaving them with butterflies and worries, such as might be imagined. It was a sleep free night and a parting at 4.15 on a grey autumn morning that felt very final.
The journey was in silence, more or less, dressed as she was in a tweed two piece, brogue’s, and stockings she looked like anyone`s secretary, they were soon out at the rather remote farm, there Mat left her with the instructions to return at 1pm next day and to cover his back seats with a clean sheet, which sounded a little strange but he said he would comply, kissed her and then went.
It was a busy barn full of small sets, an office, a kitchen, a bedroom and a dungeon, all in the corners of the old barn, the last made her shudder, a set hand was cleaning blood rather indifferently from the saint Andrews cross, and a couple of others sorting a camera, and a sound boom. The maker (who by the way had told her not to refer to him as sir or master, but as maker) swept her into a side room asking if she was ready and, was she nervy?
She said she was terrified but that she would go through with it, they needed the money… he burst out laughing, saying the first set was the office and the last the dungeon so not to worry unduly today.
They started easily, a shot or two of `the makers’ hired car, a bit of leg as she got out, that sort of thing. Meeting the leading man, a tall blonde Tarzan type, dressed as a business man complete with phone and briefcase.
Over breakfast the story was read to them both, she his secretary, falls for him, in the office set. Then its in the kitchen and making coffee when the plumber arrives. The secretary has him on the floor, Tarzan finds them, returns her to his office and they have a spanking scene, moving on to his bedroom and a bondage scene to finish the day. Next day starts with another spanking, before he then takes her to the dungeon to finish. before she should be collected.
He didn’t go into the dungeon scene in detail, and in a spirit of not wishing to know, she didn’t ask.
That first scene was very simple, vanilla, confidence building, and soon in the can as they say. The second scene after coffee was a little raunchier, the plumber was older well-endowed and short, sex was gentle, and other than removing knickers and hitching up her skirt not very exposing. She in fact was just beginning to enjoy the fuck, when bloody Tarzan appeared and dragged her of the plumber by her hair, berating her and so on. they stopped for lunch, hot steak pies and coffee, followed by a toilet break then restarting in the office set, he dragging her into the place by her hair, then making her raise her skirt and giving her a long over the knee spanking, her arse turned red as his hand found its target, time and time again, tears began to form, Tarzan suddenly ceasing the spanking standing and throwing her over the desk to ravage her, finishing the job the plumber had started in the kitchen.
It was her first orgasm, his tool long and stiff thrusting deep into her body in a very expert way.
That too was soon in the bag and with his cum dribbling down her legs, she was dragged to the bedroom set. Here he made her strip, the first time her tits had been out and exposed the whole day, he threw her on the bed, a fourposter, secured her face down and then they stopped for tea. She to her surprise was released and told to “stay naked” they had another meal then she was told to “toilet it will be a long, long scene.
It was a leisurely break, she washed and dried herself, toileted, and as soon as she said she was ready by now she was lulled into a false sense of security, she lay back into her place and allowed him to secure her at each arm and leg. From the clapper calling action the pain began, a cane striking across her back her arse and her legs hard and regularly like a metronome. Each lash falling hard, and painfully, leaving a red welt, making her scream, and writhe, in agony, as best she could in her bonds.
Suddenly it was over, , the caning ceased, out went the lights and the great barn doors slammed shut, leaving her in the dark alone, still secure, still sobbing, her arse a sea of fire, as was her back and legs. That old rat-infested barn echoed frighteningly with wind and tiny feet scuttling about, shear terror overtook the pain, it would be a very long wait, despite her exhaustion
They returned at seven, regardless of her bursting bladder or her noisy protests she was released then turned over onto her stiff and aching back. Before Tarzan began to lightly whip her breasts and belly.
The pain soon had her wetting the bed, to the Makers obvious joy, almost as she dried, they called cut and she was released for breakfast and much needed coffee. The maker grinning and saying that there was just one more scene, and before they began, he would say goodbye for now…. as she would not be capable later.
Exhausted as she was, the comment still did not go un-noticed and a shudder passed through her tired body. the meal over and toileted once again, she was lead to the set, still cuffed from last night`s securing they soon had her suspended by the wrists, lights playing on the reddened and welted marks, the camera not missing a twitch of an eye as she watched the preparations, a bull whip, clamps for her nipples or sex lips and a thin double hook on a s short string. Cut,
Before the called action once more they sprayed her body with some sort of antiseptic spray, which also eased the pain a little.
The session proper, started Tarzan fitting the double hooks into her nasal openings pulling her head up and securing the string to the hoist, saying that it would keep her head up when she became un conscious” he then fitted the clamps on her nipples, tightening them till she screamed, then adding an extra turn, she being unable to see him or what he was doing with her head held up.
He began with the bull whip, it was agony, especially when the lash caught a welt, whoosh thump, whoosh thump, like some strange pumping engine the sounds the only warning of the arrival of the incoming lash.
Pain wracked her body, pulsed of red- hot pain setting out for her brain as each embrace of the leather hit home, she struggled to remain sane, on, and on, and on, the lash landed, would it never stop, on, whoosh slap whoosh slap her voice hose from screaming, whoosh slap, the world spinning, then darkness.
She was aware of vibrations, motion, her body one huge mass of pain, her nipples bruised her nose sore, again blackness, then hands, lifting her, darkness again and waking in her own bed. Tony and Mat looking worried,
It was over…that time.
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