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Climbing The Greasy Pole (Part Two)

17 June 2022 /

There Victoria was, bent over the balcony in a very expensive hotel suite looking at the city skyline all lit up, her freshly fucked cunt uncovered by her lifted-up dress and out to the breeze. She knew she had to pass a test to get to fuck him again, and she needed to, for her cunt’s sake and that of her career.

She felt her ultimate boss’ fingers part her cunt lips and something plastic and tight fitting cup around her clit. With his hand again in the small of her back, he told her she could not move, and her clit had to remain in contact with the wand, how long for was entirely up to him, but he did like punishing clits.

With some false bravado, she told him to do his worst. She’d been pretty rough with her clit herself, but she had a feeling this guy would surpass her own clit punishment.

The plastic clit cup started vibrating, firstly at a slow pace, then building up a minute at a time until the wand was on full power. She remembered it as a total beast; harsher, stronger and more powerful than anything she had used before. Very soon, her clit was starting to throb, and she felt the desire to try to break contact with the vibrating cup even for a brief second. But she knew if she did, she was done.

She gritted her teeth and bit her lip, trying desperately to resist the urge to shout stop. Her clit was swollen and throbbing as wave after wave of vibrations flowed through it. But amid the ferocity of the vibrations, she started to feel an orgasm building. Her clit was feeling both pain and a throb of orgasm at the same time, and very quickly she started screaming as he made her cum. But even as she came, he didn’t stop the vibration assault on her clit. As the orgasm ebbed away, the pain of the rubbed and swollen clit came back with a vengeance. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take of this. Her clit was getting bigger and bigger, harder and harder, more and more raw and this was definitely past pleasure now for her. But she was determined to give him what he wanted.

And then, all of a sudden, the vibrating cup left her clit, and she felt his tongue licking around her clit and then his teeth gently biting on her clit (not enough for blood, but enough for her to feel the joins between his teeth). It felt like he was chewing on her clit, which was a little painful given the swollen and abused state of her clit, but also rather pleasurable. After a while of this, she felt his mouth leave her and again felt the wind blowing round her cunt.

While she was in a slightly delirious mixture of endorphins and pain, he told her each time they fucked, she’d have to do the clit test again, and each time, she’d have to last longer than the previous, oh and he wouldn’t tell her how long she had been or whether she had beaten her time. She knew it was only a matter of time before she failed the test, and she didn’t want to know what happened when she did.

But it was clear he was in charge, and it was clear he was going to fuck her again, so from her perspective, it was job done.

After a brief period of alone time, he helped her up and stripped off her dress and bra. He threw the bra off the balcony, and it disappeared down to the street below. He sat on a chair on the balcony, with his mouth at tit height. He pulled her towards him and started sucking on her nipples, slowly getting more and more rough until he was doing the same safe chewing action he used on her clit. Her nipples were getting hard again, and he seemed to know when she was starting to feel another orgasm building, because it got close, and then he pinched her clit quite viciously, instantly making her start to cum. Her legs collapsed and he caught her and laid her on the balcony floor, where he just stood watching her, sipping on his champagne.

As she looked up at him, she knew she was there for his pleasure, a toy for him. But she had to remember why she was there: friends in high places and promotion.

He told her she had done well, and she’d earned herself another fuck right now, and a meeting next time he was in the area. He held out a hand to help her up, and she accepted it, and went to kiss him after she was up. He stepped back and told her no kissing, before leading her back into the suite. He bent her over the sofa, which was at a perfect height to really make her legs open for him. He ploughed his cock into her again, making her rear up as he drove in and making her tits swing. But after about a dozen hard strokes, he started on a more gentle, yet pacey, fuck, building her orgasm the old-fashioned way. They both knew this would take a while, but she could revel in a long hard fuck with her cunt filled by a long hard cock.

She thought she was all orgasmed out, but his persistence and rhythm made another orgasm start to build. Quite how he found that in her she did not know, but she could feel him getting harder and harder as she got closer and closer. She cried out a little, then longer as her orgasm started, and he slammed in to her and his cock pulsed and more cum spewed into her cunt. Her tits ached from the swinging (which they were unaccustomed to at the time), but nevertheless, she loved that viscous snapping action.

When they had both finished, she felt his cock withdraw, and she heard him say she could see herself out. She looked round and he’d gone, leaving her cummy cunt flapping in the open, leaving her aching tits dangling and leaving her desperate for more cock. She wasn’t getting any though, and she put on the dress, having to be braless and choosing to be pantyless. She then left the room and went down to reception.

The concierge smiled that innocent concierge smile and handed her her bra (hanging, so the enormity of her cups was visible to anyone in reception). She brazened it out, thanking him and asking him to call her a cab.

She came down from the sexual high in the cab, and was exhausted, but pretty pleased with herself. Despite the pain, that was the most amazing sex she had had, the strongest and most repeated orgasms she had had, and she was desperate to get another dose; she’d never had that before. She had never got in a cab before holding her bra, panties in her bag, cum oozing from her cunt and throbbing nipples and clit. She was a wreck, but a very happy wreck.

Shortly after she got home, right when she was tending to her sore and abused clit and nipples, she received a text from him telling her she could be late in tomorrow. He’d sort it. My god, she thought, this might actually work.

Climbing The Greasy Pole (Part One)

6 June 2022 /

Victoria has always worked in a male dominated industry and was good at her job, and yet around nine years ago (when she was about 23), she was passed over for promotion several times. Despite receiving feedback, she was never sure why, and just got more and more frustrated over time.

One night, in her head, she was screaming “Who do I have to fuck to get promoted?” Desperation really, but over the course of the night, she rationalised that it was a good idea. She liked sex, she was pretty used to mediocre sex, and who knows, the boss she chose to fuck might actually be a good lay.

She had already worked out the power of her body, but she had never given thought to actively using that power. In fact, it disgusted her really: the whole thought was totally the opposite of her personal moral code.

But over the following weeks, several things happened that convinced her she needed to put aside her revulsion and start fucking her way to the top. None of her rivals for promotion were playing fair, so she decided it was time to use what she had.

It was strange that once she’d taken the decision, she felt a new calm. Finally, she was doing something about it. But who to fuck? Her current supervisor was a sleaze (and probably the reason she wasn’t promoted), so she definitely wasn’t fucking him. She went up the command chain, ruling each one out until she got to the managing director of the company. He seemed like a decent guy, and he had clearly taken a shine to her on the odd occasion they had come into contact. And there was the added bonus that he had other sites to look after, so he wouldn’t be there every day.

An opportunity emerged a few weeks later when the company was looking for volunteers to man a stand at a trade show. She knew he’d be there for quite a bit, so this was her chance. She was a bit disappointed though, as despite flirting relentlessly with him, he showed no flicker of interest. On the final evening in the bar, she virtually threw herself at him (she described it as she had the dignity of a baby giraffe), and still nothing. She was resigned for her plan not working, and had started thinking about a plan B.

But then, a few days later, out of the blue, she received an email from him saying he wanted to take her out to dinner to thank her for the hard work she put in on the stand. She was all excited but realised the email might not just be an excuse to get together but might actually be being truthful about the reason. She needed to stay calm and see where it went.

She put on her tightest figure-hugging dress and the best bra for it, which happened to create a really good deep cleavage, and paired it with the tiniest sexiest thong panties she owned. She popped a toothbrush in her clutch bag (a sign of intent if ever there was one), and she prepared herself for a night of hot sex, or a night of disappointment.

The first hour or so was business like, without a flicker of interest, and she had resigned herself to it just being a nice gesture. At one point in the conversation, he spoke about the fact that he wasn’t comfortable with not being in charge, which is why he loves running a business. She didn’t realise the significance of that comment until a little later.

The turning point was whilst waiting for their dessert order to arrive. She decided that she needed to powder her nose (in a very English lady kind of way), and after she excused herself, as she got up, he said in a very matter of fact way that he didn’t think she’d need to be wearing panties when she came back. It was such an out of the blue comment that she just found herself nod once as if in confirmation, and she turned to go to the ladies.

Now she was getting excited. If he wanted her without panties, he’d get her without panties. She wasn’t blowing this now. She felt a tingle in her cunt, giving her feelings she didn’t often experience – that of an aching desire to be filled with cock. This was more than about promotion now; this was about her getting a good fuck.

She was both nervous and exhilarated as she rammed her tiny panties into her clutch bag. She kept reminding herself not to jump him, and to act suave and sophisticated. It was the not knowing that made this delicious. As she left the ladies, she was trying to channel high class escort rather than cock hungry slut.

She walked back to the table and sat down opposite him. He said something she couldn’t remember and she just opened her clutch bag and showed him the contents. He lifted them up a little with a couple of fingers, smiled and said how much better that was.

And then the desserts turned up. She had to pretend to give a shit about a slice of cheesecake whilst the small talk returned. Once they had finished, he asked her if she wanted a nightcap back at his hotel. (No, she wanted a fuck, but a nightcap might get her there). It was all business on the journey back, through reception and right into the suite. It was massive and had a private balcony overlooking the city skyline all lit up.

She went out on to the balcony and looked at the view. She got a little lost in the view and didn’t really register him behind her. She felt his hand in the small of her back, bending her over the balcony rail. She looked over and registered him, realising his eyes were filled with lust. She smiled at him and turned back to face the view, as he lifted up her skirt and pushed his hard cock into her cunt in a single slow deliberate movement.

Neither of them said a word as he started sliding his cock in and out, getting more and more frantic as he slammed his cock into her. She knew she wasn’t about to cum, so she used her cunt muscles to squeeze his cock with everything she had. It was clearly too much for him, as soon he got even harder and then she felt him spewing cum deep into her cunt.

When he was done, he pulled out and she started to move, to which he told her she hadn’t been given permission to move yet. She settled back down, cummy cunt on display towards him into the room. She sneaked a look over her shoulder and he wasn’t wearing anything below the waist and was walking round with his cock hanging out without a care in the world.

She waited with the cool air circulating round her cunt until she heard him behind her. He told her that if she wanted him to fuck her again, she needed to pass a little test. She was a little nervous but determined. After all, this was what she had planned – using her body to get ahead.

My Sexy Secretary Self (Part Two)

17 May 2020 /

I have no idea how much work he did whilst my dripping cunt was on display for him. It felt so exhilarating to have his cum dripping from my cunt in full view, and I didn’t want to move as I didn’t want this to end.

But end it had to, and he eventually told me to get up and take a seat opposite him. As I went to sit down, I thought it was naughtiest to undo the cunt access zip and sit with my legs apart so that he could see. I adjusted my position, and he said that was perfect. The change of position had made my cunt start to ooze again, but I didn’t dare touch myself.

He started talking about the role as his secretary. Behaviour, appearance, and professionalism were all mentioned, as was making good judgement calls and he commended me on my judgement so far. He then went to say that the best secretary he ever worked with understood that she was an extension of him, and she was very good at thinking what would he want or like her to do, rather than what she would want or like to do. He said he would also help her when she didn’t do what he wanted to help her to understand and remember better for the future. I smiled, as I knew exactly what that meant – spankings. He had beautifully set the scenario up, like the film but better.

I said I understood, and he said he thought I did, because what I’d done so far was perfect. He then gave me a load of stuff to get on with and started work himself; after all, he was there to actually work.

I did a few tasks successfully, as he popped out of the office. When he returned, he had me bend over the desk again. This time, he licked down and back up my ass crack, and then focussed his tongue on my asshole, circling it as well as pushing his tongue against my pucker. After a sublime couple of minutes, he stopped licking and I felt a squirt of cold lube hit my asshole. I was going to turn round and look but decided a good secretary would just lie there and take it without turning a hair. He had his cock in his hand and was rubbing his cockhead against my asshole. Then I felt the smooth plastic of a lube syringe depositing a load of lube inside my asshole (the way we always do it), then he put a knee up on the desk and worked his cock head through my pucker and into my asshole. As usual, my ass was able to suck his cock the rest of the way in, and then he quickly started growing as he was rocking backwards and forwards. I sometimes need to ask him to slow down his rocking to slow down his growth, but I really didn’t want to here – I wanted to be a good secretary and just take his cock filling my ass.

When I made a slight gasp at his size, he did slow down a little but nevertheless carried on with his strokes. When he was massive, he whispered in my ear that he wanted us standing up, and we both started gently shifting position to standing. Once we were upright with his cock still in my ass and his rhythm re-established, he put his arms under mine and roughly grabbed a blouse-covered tit with each hand. Whilst he was roughly squeezing on my tits, he put his lower arms against my belly, and used them to hold me in place and to increase the drive into my ass by bracing me against them. I could hear from his breath that he was fighting again cumming, but after a good minute of driving hard, he could no longer resist, and I felt his cock repeatedly pulse and spew cum deep into my ass, and no sooner had the throbbing stopped than he shrank and slipped out of my asshole. He bent me back over the table and I felt him wipe his cock on my asshole (something he has never done before), then he told me to stay exactly as I was (as he said before), this time with a cummy asshole and a cummy cunt on display.

I was finding this so exhilarating, that when I did return to the tasks he gave me, I made a careless mistake. With my mind was too wrapped up in sex, I got the numbers 14 and 18 the wrong way round. It was easy to fix, but he thought I needed to take more care and needed something to remind me.

He had me bend over the desk (again!) and undid the zips to reveal my ass again. He ran his hand over my ass as he explained that I needed to say “18” 14 times and then he would spank a cheek each time. He said I needed to take care not to mess up. Well, I didn’t. He spanked each cheek of my ass with a full force hand seven times, producing a nice sting on each cheek.

Then just in front of my face, he put a black leather strip paddle on the desk, padded on one side and unpadded on the other. He said that the other half of my “aide memoire” was to say “14” 18 times and then he would spank across both cheeks each time with the padded side of the paddle.

At the time, it was the biggest spanking I had taken, and I was a little apprehensive, but I said with my best professional voice “I’m ready. 14” and he quickly accelerated the paddle into my ass, striking what I now know to be his favourite position right on the bottom of my ass cheeks. Ow, that fucking hurt, but I knew better than to move or say anything other than “14”. One by one the paddle rained down blows on my ass, all striking near enough the same position. I got to the end and said I had finished, but he told me I had messed up; I’d called out one too many “14”s, something he would usually repeat the whole “14”s exercise for, but as I was new, he would just administer 3 strokes with the hard side of the paddle, and this time, I was to be silent.

I have no idea how I didn’t cry out as each of the three strokes impacted with my ass. My ass was totally on fire, and I was a little delirious from the pain, but I was very happy.

He left me bent over the desk for a while, the heat radiating from my bright red ass. Usually after a spanking, I had a cuddle, but not in this scenario, he just left me on display. After I’d been there a while, he “sent me home”, as he said I’d done enough for one day. He said I needed to ask my husband when I got home to apply some moisturiser to my ass; something he willingly did, but only after spanking me a little more “because I probably deserved it”.

I love these roles and we return to them again and again. I love the dynamics and the mental aspects, and I love the fiery ass I almost certainly end up with.

My Sexy Secretary Self (Part One)

11 May 2020 /

The success of the innocent outfit and my enjoyment of clothed sex started me thinking about other outfits I could wear for sex. My husband works from home a bit and doesn’t really want to be disturbed when he does (after all, he is being paid to work). That is particularly disappointing when I really want a fuck, so I had an idea that if I dressed up as a sexy secretary, I might persuade him to pause work to fuck me.

I had an outfit idea in my head. I wanted a suit; with a very short skirt (obviously), a see-through blouse and stockings and suspenders. Suits were pricey, so I started scouring charity shops to find something. I looked for ages and found nothing, but eventually I hit the jackpot. There was this suit, and it was really cheap. It was a mid-grey colour. The jacket was about the right size, but my large tits made it gape a bit when I buttoned it up. That was just the look I was going for. It came with two pencil skirts, both to just above the knee, although they both had what looked like bleach damage. One it was on the bottom edge of the skirt, so I would have to shorten it by about a couple of inches, the other was right in the middle of the front skirt panel and would require removal of over half the length of the skirt.

Time to break out the sewing machine to carry out major surgery on the skirts. I could only work when my husband wasn’t there, as I wanted it to be a surprise, so progress was slow. I started taking apart the one with the major damage, reducing it to mid-thigh length, and then I had another idea my husband would love. I decided to put zips into the skirt up from the hem, one on the front (in the middle, right passed where my cunt would be) and two fitted one on either side of the back panel, creating a flap he could flip up to access the whole of my ass. I also needed to strengthen the thread holding the buttons on.

Over a few weeks, I reassembled the short skirt to my new design, and was really pleased with the result. I road tested it round the house, to ensure it would stay on and that the zips would stay closed. Typically, the skirt was ready at a time when he wasn’t working from home a lot, so I had to wait for the big reveal. In the meantime, I carried out similar surgery on the longer skirt (again with the zips). I left it longer as I thought I could actually wear it out to business-like functions whilst still having the zip access to my cunt and ass. I knew my husband would love that juxtaposition.

The final part of the outfit was a see-through blouse. I scoured the internet and eventually found a listing where every single one of the reviews was moaning about how see-through the blouse was and how the blouse gaped. That was exactly what I wanted. I ordered a couple, and they were fabulous. Like the t-shirt, they were shaped to hold my tits up without a bra but doing so made the blouse dangerously gape. It looked amazing, but I took the opportunity to reinforce the stitching, as it would be under a lot of strain.

The big reveal came a few weeks later, when he did the first of three days working from home. I left him for the first hour whilst I loaded myself into the shortest skirt, blouse, stockings and suspenders and jacket.

This girl was going to get herself fucked and probably spanked. You see he loves the film “Secretary”, although he moans that they didn’t go far enough. From the first time I thought of this idea, I wondered if he would go that way. I was fully prepared to be spanked, which was something we hadn’t done much of at that stage. I’d been spanked a few times and enjoyed it, and I secretly hoped for more.

I knocked and entered the office. He was engrossed in some paperwork. I asked him where to put his tea, and he waved towards his desk and said thank you. He obviously saw my outfit out of the corner of his eye, as when I turned round from putting down his tea, he was looking at me with a small smile he was trying to hide.

I smiled at him nervously and said how it was my first day as his secretary and how he really needed to start using me for anything he needed. He told me to take my jacket off (and his eyes popped out as he saw every detail of my tits through the blouse), and I did my best not to grin wildly at his reaction or to look smug – I was going to nervous and demure. When he regained his composure, he gave me a couple of short tasks to do, which I completely efficiently (I did sometimes help him with his work, so that wasn’t really new).

When I asked him what to do next, he told me to step towards him. Whilst he was complementing me on the suitability of my outfit, he unzipped the cunt access zip at the front, parted the fabric and bent down to take a look. He smiled and said he was pleased I wasn’t wearing panties, as in his opinion panties have no place on a secretary. He put his hand to my cunt and ran his fingers up and down my lips. My cunt was wet, and he told me that needed dealing with. He spent a couple of minutes using his fingers on my cunt to make them even more wet and me even more excited, and several times he put his fingers to my and his mouths to suck off my juices. Then, when he was satisfied with how worked up I was, he bent me over the desk and unzipped the rear zips and lifted up the flap. I was so pleased the zips had the desired effect.

He nudged my feet apart with his foot, then I felt the tip of his cock nuzzle against my cunt lips. As he was rubbing his cock head up and down my lips, he was talking about training plans and expectations of the role, then he firmly drove his cock into my wet cunt and started rhythmically withdrawing and driving in again. I was already excited, so it was easy to make me orgasm. I felt him twitch, and he withdrew his cock until only the tip was in me as he came, then he withdrew completely, and he told me to stay exactly as I was until he told me to move. So, there I was, dripping cunt on display for him to enjoy. You know by now how much I love being displayed, but I didn’t really know then. All I knew was that I loved being displayed for him and I loved him looking at me.

What A Difference A Couple Of Years Make

17 February 2020 /

What a difference a couple of years make. It is Victoria here, and I thought I would write a post whilst Mira still isn’t up for writing much (although she has edited this post for me). She has been diagnosed as coeliac, has taken the gluten out of her diet completely and is now starting to make progress. Amongst other things, she is actively seeking sex now, which is a big improvement. She wanted a big reverse cowgirl session with her husband last night, and afterwards she wanted me to fuck her with a strap-on whilst we were both wearing butt plugs. I’m glad her kinky side is coming back!

Anyway, to the difference a couple of years make. Back then, I was undersexed, woefully lacking in orgasms and generally feeling sorry for myself. I needed sex, and yet I had a woeful record of choosing partners. It didn’t matter who I found; it always quickly went wrong somehow. That is what was great about Mira and her husband. It was just fucking great sex with no strings and no commitments.

But over time, we got closer. I found myself really looking forward to spending time with them and hated leaving them. It was so nice to be wanted and cared about. What I was really in awe of though was their relationship. Yes, there was an awful lot of sex, but their care and love for each other’s wellbeing was fabulous. They were both always looking out for the other one and working to make the other one happy. I found myself quite jealous and wanting that in a partner. I started out as a third-party fuck, but over a relatively short amount of time, I started to feel included and cared for. Over the months, I think we had all realised we had something special, but none of us were really sure what to do with it.

One thing it took me a while to get my head round was amount of sexual interaction they had. Whether it be passing each other in a corridor, sitting down cuddling, standing at a shop counter or at a kitchen counter, there is always groping or stroking going on – it is part of the reason Mira stopped wearing panties: to give him better access to her cunt and ass. If she’s sitting on the loo about to piss, he might come in and gently tip her head back and full tongue snog her or grab a rough handful of tit or even shove his hand down the toilet between her legs so that she pisses on his hand. Whilst this initially felt somewhat intrusive, I realised how loving it was and how it helped to keep them sexually connected. Their relationship seemed to be built on the other partner taking exactly what they want when they want, and the level of trust they have in each other to be able to do this is amazing.

It is a very special type of relationship, and I am incredibly lucky to be part of it, so, realising that I was totally at ease with it, I am now totally on board with this, and I decided to actively encourage it in their interactions with me.

Then, Mira’s health started deteriorating. You could see the love in his eyes as his kinky slutty bitch just wasn’t herself. She was totally selfless though, insisting on sexual activity for his sake, even though her body and mind wasn’t really up to it. They were doing positions that meant she could be in as little pain as possible, yet still get fucked. As a minimum, they had one face down on the bed anal session every day, and when I was there, she insisted me and her husband fuck loads to make up for her having less sex than usual. She “had to have her husband fully exercised”, and I returned the favour by making sure she orgasmed as much as she could, thus I spent many a happy hour licking her cunt – them buying that queening chair was so timely.

I did find Mira’s illness quite difficult to cope with at times. Apart from hating to see someone you love being in pain or discomfort (unless it is on the end of some spanking, in which case, you revel in it!), I did sometimes feel guilty that there I was pushed against a wall with her husband driving his rock-hard cock into my asshole, and she was relegated to watching. Of course, the reality was that she was in pain and her body was so sensitive to touch, she really wasn’t up for it, and she was perfectly happy to watch us to fuck like rabbits. She even sometimes commanded our sex from the side-lines which was fun, almost like a live webcam session.

Since all this gluten stuff started, I now feel like I’m an integral part of their family. Illness is problematic in itself, and it either pulls people together or drives people apart. Mira’s ill health has definitely brought us all closer together and I love being with them. I’ve spent virtually no time at home (bear in mind that is six hours away), so it was a natural step for me to give up my flat and move in. As I have a national remit at work, it doesn’t really matter where I am based, as I’ll need to spend a few nights a week in hotels. So, I am able to work going forward out of head office (which is a 30 minute commute away from Mira’s), and indeed, my company thought there were advantages to me doing so.

I rent a furnished flat at the moment, so all I have to bring down is my personal stuff, which I’m doing a bit at a time in my car. They have a small flat, so fitting my stuff in is difficult, but we are getting there. My under-bed restraints went straight on the bed, and he tested them out on me the first night with amazing effect. Mira isn’t too keen on being restrained, but I love being tied down and not being able to escape whatever thing is being done to my poor defenceless cunt or ass.

Whenever I’m with them, I’m always pantyless, but now I’m going to be there full time, I’ve given him all my panties to lock up with Mira’s. He has selected two pairs (my favourite pair and the pair Mira loves) for use for cunt stuffing, gags and for tying our hair up Sara Cox style, but we can never wear them as panties. I can totally see why Mira loves it so much – it does make me feel permanently naughty, and I find if so empowering to be in an important business meeting and to know I’m pantyless – I think it gives me an edge!

The final difference a couple of years makes is this, my sex life laid out on a blog. I never thought my sex life would be interesting enough to be blogged about, and yet here I am, having all my intimate details being laid out by my lovers, and I love it and I’m excited about it. So, the next time Mira is writing about how she’s opening my cunt to roll my clit in her fingers, or how she’s loaded a butt plug in my ass for us to go shopping, remember how much I love her sharing all the detail with you, and knowing it might be shared makes it all the more sexy!

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