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"Island Paradise: Eternity" - Chapter 22 of ??
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The setting was the island at its purest. What was
happening there was something even more special.
The northeast beach was one of many quintessential,
picture-postcard locations that the island had to offer.
With its abundant white sand, swaying palm trees and
clear, calm blue water, this crescent-shaped beach was a
natural draw for anyone who worshipped the sun. The air
of tranquility and relaxing harmony that such a place
provided was the ideal elixir to heal jaggled nerves. Or,
in some cases, a prime spot for romance.
"Oh my..." I moaned, awestruck, while seated in the lush
comfort of my voyeur room. Upon the monitor in front of me,
Lindsay and Trish were enjoying the scenic wonders and
peaceful solitude that the northeast beach offered them.
Even better, though, they were enjoying each other.
Gathered together upon a collection of huge rocks and
boulders near the water's edge, Lindsay and Trish were
slowly grinding and moving together in a beautiful rhythm.
Both ladies wore tight, denim shorts, but the sweet and
charming Lindsay had already been stripped of her top.
With nothing but a bra on above the waist, the precious
20-year-old squirmed and writhed about in total pleasure as
Trish stood directly behind her. Trish, who had on a pink
halter top to go along with her denim shorts, squeezed and
caressed Lindsay's smallish breasts in a repeated fashion.
With the ocean as their backdrop, Lindsay and Trish had
obviously put whatever differences (and there were plenty)
they had in the past behind them. As they danced and swayed
together upon the rocks, everything was clear. These two
women were going to have their first sexual encounter since
last June. I wondered to myself how many times Trish had
dreamed of this moment, yet never thought it would happen.
Indeed, this was going to be a memorable day.
Still massaging Lindsay's bra-clad breasts, Trish planted
a series of angel kisses upon her girlfriend's exposed neck
and then trailed her tongue across her shoulders, and down
her back. Lindsay sighed and nodded her head in approval as
then Trish dropped down to her knees upon the boulder. She
slid her left hand between Lindsay's legs from behind, and
caressed her stomach with it. With her right, Trish placed
it upon Lindsay's hip and held it there. Then, she kissed
and even licked at Lindsay's little ass through the denim.
As she did so, Trish moved her right hand upward and began
to massage the blonde's breasts with it. Lindsay again
sighed in arousal, this time arching her head and neck as
well. Soon, Trish rose to her feet and now used both hands
to squeeze and grope away at Lindsay's taut breasts. She
splayed some more kisses along that delicate neck and even
thrust her pelvis hard upon Lindsay's twitching ass.
Once Lindsay turned her face to the side, Trish was
there to meet her. I smiled to myself as the two ladies
extended their tongues and kissed in the open air. I did
not know how long their new-found relationship would last,
but this had to be the HAPPIEST MOMENT of Trish's life.
With everything Trish went through last year and the feelings
of love and devotion that she could never quite vanquish,
this moment had to be satisfying for her. It had to be.
Their kiss did not last long, however. Trish grasped
Lindsay's right hand and brought it to her mouth, then
gently sucked and nibbled upon her extended forefinger.
She then slid one bra strap from Lindsay's shoulder and
smiled with carnal delight as a pert, little nipple came
into view. Trish wasted no time as she curled her head
around for a quick, luscious taste.
Her long blonde hair blowing about in the wind, Lindsay
again nodded her head. The look upon her face told me that
she was becoming more aroused with every passing second.
Trish pulled her other bra strap down as well, but left
the whole garment around her midriff. Lindsay's breasts
were exposed, however, and that is what she wanted.
Trish used the opportunity to spin around to the front
and attach her lips to one of Lindsay's breasts. At the
same time, she slid her right hand between Lindsay's firm
thighs and caressed her pussy through the denim shorts she
had on. It appeared as if Trish wanted to worship Lindsay,
and everything there was about her.
Could anyone blame her?
It wasn't too long before Trish had been disposed of her
pink halter top and bra as well. Lindsay, who had always
been fascinated with big breasts (mainly because she wished
she had them herself), was taken with Trish's wondrous D-cup.
She leaned over and gently feasted upon both nipples, licking
and sucking them into an erect, heated frenzy.
"Oh God, honey..." Trish sighed as Lindsay slipped a hand
between her thighs and returned the earlier favor. Trish's
hips bucked and churned about as Lindsay rubbed an open palm
over and across Trish's own pussy. But much like Lindsay,
Trish still had on a pair of denim shorts.
"God, baby..." Trish whined, tears in her eyes. "I never
meant to hurt you. I've missed you so much..."
"Shhhhh," Lindsay whispered, placing a finger to Trish's
mouth and holding it there. "It's okay. We're not gonna
talk about the past anymore." She smiled and added, "Come
on... I have an idea." She grasped Trish's hand with her
own and led her down from the boulder. "Follow me."
* * *
Not two minutes later, both ladies had gotten rid of the
remainder of their clothing and were now wading about in a
thigh-deep portion of the ocean. Trish had dropped down her
knees within the ocean and was now fingering Lindsay's bare
pussy. Meanwhile, she kissed and licked Lindsay's breasts
while the young minx purred in response.
Once Trish stood up, Lindsay turned her back and dropped
to her own knees. She leaned forward and placed both hands
in the water. Now on her hands and knees, she grunted and
squealed out in desire as Trish began to use a little more
force. She jammed a pair of fingers in-and-out of Lindsay's
exquisite, little pussy at a rather maddening pace.
"YES!" Lindsay growled, holding a hand to her mouth. "YES
TRISH! OH YES! Hmmmmm... YES!"
Trish used both hands to reach around Lindsay's body and
latch onto her breasts, then pulled her back up into a
standing position. Just like on the rocks moments earlier,
Lindsay's body wiggled and shook in the erotic sensations as
Trish pawed and groped her body from behind. Naturally, she
had one hand nestled between Lindsay's thighs. The pair of
probing fingers now caused a series of yelps and squeals to
emanate from deep within the young woman's throat.
Switching positions once again, Lindsay and Trish both
dropped to their knees in the water and faced each other.
This time, Lindsay leaned forward and again worshipped
Trish's breasts with her curious lips and tongue. Trish
smiled in response, then rewarded Lindsay's forehead with a
quick kiss. These two ladies were really into this...
I had to pinch myself for a moment to confirm that the
scene I was watching before me upon the monitor was real.
I could not believe it, but Lindsay and Trish were actually
in the process of having sex together on the beach.
Wasn't it just last year that Lindsay said Trish pursued
her too hard, and thus, scared her off forever? How many
times did I have to listen to Trish whine and cry about her
feelings for Lindsay, and how she would treat her better
than anyone else possibly could?
Indeed, what was happening right now on the northeast
beach was real. But I still could not believe it.
Their hair soaked from a couple of underwater dunks,
Lindsay and Trish made eye contact and then shared their
most heated, passionate kiss yet. The pair of goddesses
embraced one another and smashed their mouths together,
their tongues driving far and deep. Once it was over,
Trish placed both hands upon Lindsay's immaculate face
and gently caressed it. "Wow... you're so beautiful."
Lindsay smiled at those nice words, then pressed her
lips to Trish's for another soul-touching type of kiss.
Both of Lindsay's hands were beneath the surface of the
water, so I could not see them. But I figured that she
was frigging away at Trish's pussy with them. Why? Her
shoulders and arms were moving about in a rough motion.
Lindsay whispered something to Trish, then the two
ladies smiled and began moving back toward the beach.
They stopped where the water was only calf-deep. Soon,
Lindsay proceeded to turn her back to Trish and spread
her feet far apart, then lean over and prop herself up
with one hand. With Lindsay's bent-over ass now staring
her in the face, it was obvious what Trish wanted.
She quickly took a seat in the water and burrowed her
face in, then began to eagerly lap away at the intoxicating
folds of Lindsay's pussy. Trish paused momentarily, taking
the chance to frig and massage Lindsay's clitoris with two
fingers. An instant later, though, she was once again
licking and swiping away at her with that magical tongue.
Trish changed the routine yet again, this time jamming
her fingers into Lindsay in a hard, unrelenting fashion.
This, of course, set the little hellcat off.
"OH YEAH! OH YEAH! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Want more?" Trish squealed, her hand a blur.
"Yeah, more..."
"I got some more for you."
"More... OHHHHH YES, give it to me. Yes! YES!"
"Like that?"
"OHHHHH yeah... harder... God, yes! Harder! YES!"
The tide was starting to pick up, but the incoming waves
did not seem to bother either of the ladies. They were so
into one another that it would not surprise me if they did
not even realize the waves were getting stronger.
Once Trish inserted a third finger into the mix, Lindsay
started to buck her hips back-and-forth. The move literally
caused my heart-rate to multiply. I looked on with wide eyes
from the voyeur room as Trish then extended her tongue and
moved in for another taste. "Your pussy is so sweet, baby!
It's the sexiest, most delicious, little pussy I ever had!"
Despite those words, Trish put a momentary halt to the
oral worship. She spun around to Lindsay's frontside and
offered her a series of heated, passionate kisses.
Both of them traded their lips and tongues for several
seconds before moving a bit closer toward the shoreline.
Once there, Lindsay took a seat in the sand and, her knees
up, spread her thighs wide. Trish immediately dropped down
upon her front and moved her mouth for another sweet taste...
Her tongue in a constant motion, Trish kept her eyes
trained upon Lindsay's face. "I want to make you cum, baby."
She shook her head and added, "What I really want is to jump
into your pussy and never come out!"
"Hmmmmm... OHHHHH!" Lindsay squealed, encouraging her.
"Spread it wide open! Put your tongue in there!" Trish did
just that, and plenty more. That tongue shifted into erotic
overdrive as she again thrusted a trio of fingers in-and-out
of her younger lover. Lindsay, of course, was squealing and
grunting like there was no tomorrow.
"OH, GOD! I AM GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM!"
As Lindsay arched her neck and back high off the surface,
she squeezed her thighs tightly around Trish's blonde head.
Lindsay let out a truly deafening roar in the process as her
sweet, little pussy exploded in a sea of powerful sensations.
Trish moaned in response, her tongue never once stopping its
movement until she had lapped up all the delicious juices.
And that, obviously, was not for at least a minute or two.
Trish was in no rush for anything to end...
In the aftermath, Lindsay sat up in the water, but kept
her thighs spread (and knees wide) so Trish could stay
between them. Trish rose up to her hands and knees and met
Lindsay's mouth with her own in a series of hot, sweltering
kisses. In no time flat, their breathing had become quite
ragged as they tried to devour each others' mouth.
When the kiss was broken, Trish had tears in her eyes
once again. But she also had a look of total adoration and
abiding love upon her face. I could tell that she wanted
to drop everything right there and ask Lindsay to spend the
rest of her life with her. She probably wanted to marry her!
"Slow down, Trish," I said outloud, shaking my head. "I
don't know how you got this far with her, but you did. The
last thing you want is to ruin it. Don't say too much..."
Before Trish could tell Lindsay just how insane she was
about her, the 20-year-old offered up another round of
heated, passionate kisses. I shook my head at the sight,
my cock hard as steel. I wanted to jump right between the
two of them and get in on some of this action myself!
"Lay down for me, Trish," Lindsay murmured, grinning. "I
want to taste you."
Her eyes wide, Trish traded positions with Lindsay and
made good on the request. Lindsay immediately moved her
face between Trish's widespread thighs and went to work.
"Hmmmmm... your pussy is so fucking tight!" was Lindsay's
initial comment, as she inserted a pair of fingers into
those velvety folds and began to swipe away at them with her
tongue. "You taste so good, too!"
As Trish cooed and cavorted out in approval, she grabbed
her own breasts and massaged them roughly. The expression
upon her face told me all that I really needed to know.
As she glared at Lindsay, this was, perhaps, the single
greatest moment of Trish's entire life. After thinking she
would never see her again, Trish had been reunited with the
one person - Lindsay - who made her happier than anyone else
possibly could. It must have been a glorious feeling.
I'm uncertain about the events that led up to Lindsay
agreeing to become intimate with Trish on the beach. But
for Trish's sake, I hoped their relationship continued and
flourished. Although very intent and close-minded with her
feelings for Lindsay, Trish was an incredibly good person.
I would feel so good inside if she found true happiness in
life. If anyone, Trish deserved to be happy.
Lindsay had become a little ball of fire as she swiped
and fingered Trish toward what promised to be a memorable
orgasm. Still clutching her breasts, Trish looked up at
the Heavens as a new collection of tears streaked from her
eyes. She glanced at Lindsay for an instant, then back up
at the sky and silently mouthed the words, "Thank you, God!
Thank you so much!" The Canadian bombshell was so overcome
with positive emotion that she was actually crying!
Although she moaned and squealed, Trish was mostly quiet
as Lindsay brought her to the pinnacle of sexual fulfillment.
Trish's entire body rumbled and vibrated in the sensations of
joyous orgasm, her gaze now locked squarely upon Lindsay.
The nymphomaniac continued to lick and swipe away at Trish's
tender slit until she had been totally cleansed.
Although I could guarantee her satisfaction, Trish sat up
anyway and pulled Lindsay into her embrace. Both ladies
hugged and clutched each other in a truly fierce manner,
smashing their lips together for yet another intensive kiss.
"Hmmmmm... we need to fuck more often!" Lindsay remarked.
* * *
"Oh my..." I murmured, as my gaze suddenly shifted toward
another monitor. Amy entered the long corridor that led to
my private suite and immediately began walking toward its
door. As usual, Amy looked absolutely beautiful. Perhaps
now, she and I could clear the air about the future of our
relationship - if there was to even be one.
I downed the last of my orange juice, then stood up and
tucked my bulging erection back into my shorts. I shot
Lindsay and Trish's monitor one more look and smiled at what
I saw, just before exiting the voyeur room. Once its wall
entrance was sealed, I patiently awaited for Amy's arrival.
When a knock came to the door, I smiled once again. I
went over and opened it, and was greeted with the sight of
a gorgeous, breathtaking creature of a woman.
Dressed in a silky, sleeveless camisole top, it was easily
apparent that Amy was not wearing a bra underneath it. Her
nipples were clearly outlined through the thin top as her
heavy-set breasts swelled against it. The top, held together
in back by a single button, ended just below her midriff.
Amy also had on a matching black skirt, made of the same
silky material as her top. The skirt was short and flimsy,
of course, and I would bet my entire bank account that she
did not have any panties on underneath it. Her outfit was
topped off with a pair of expensive black pumps which had
four or five inches on each heel.
Amy's thick-bodied, voluptuous figure had a look, or an
aura, about itself. From the very first day I met Amy, I
got the feeling that her body was constantly begging me to
use it. It was difficult to NOT look at her that way.
"Hi there, Miss Amy," I grinned. "Want to come in?"
When she nodded her head, I stepped aside and allowed
Amy entrance into my personal suite. As she walked by, I
reached out with my right hand and slapped that lush, round
ass of hers. Amy hesitated for a moment and looked at me
in response, then smiled and continued into the suite.
Due to recent events on the island (mainly my mental
explosion), I had taken it upon myself to try and become
more bold and assertive in the way that I treated all of
our guests. I was not about to go through another episode
like that again. Thus, I could not allow them to push me
around, or take advantage of my good nature anymore. If
anything, I had to show them who the boss really was. I
would still overly fair and nice with them, but there was
no way any of the ladies would ever disrespect me again. I
was not going to stand for that ever again.
After closing the door, I turned toward Amy and said,
"Why don't you get down on your knees for me?"
Her eyes wide, Amy appeared somewhat stunned. "That's
not what I had in mind."
"Well, you want to be my submissive, right?" I countered.
"You want me to be your Master? Get down on your knees."
Following a slight hesitation, Amy dropped down to her
knees and linked both hands together behind her back. She
thrusted her breasts outward in a proud manner and offered
a faint, somewhat shy smile. Yes, Amy enjoyed this. She
wanted me to take control of her.
My newfound aggressive nature was aided by the fact that
I had a hard, aching cock stashed away inside my shorts. I
had continually stroked myself during Lindsay and Trish's
tryst on the beach, but did not truly get off from it. What
better way to take care of all that sexual tension than to
let Amy handle it for me? I couldn't think of a better way.
I walked around to the backside of Amy and lifted the hem
of her black skirt. Indeed, she was not wearing any panties.
That figured. She did not have a bra on underneath her top,
either. "You don't like wearing a bra or panties, huh?"
"Who needs 'em?" Amy returned, her hands still linked at
the small of her back. "Not me. I only wear them every
once in awhile. I especially hate bras. Too constricting."
"You like showing off your body... don't you?"
"I love it," she replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "I've
always been a show-off; a tease, a flirt. I can't help it."
With my left hand, I pulled back the waistband of my
shorts while using my right to reach inside and grasp my
fully-erect cock. I took it out and jostled it about in an
obscene manner before Amy's pretty face.
"Is this the reward you have always gotten for being a
tease?" I asked her. "A hard cock?"
She nodded her head, her eyes fixated upon my erection.
"Yes. That, and some pussy. But I prefer cock."
I grinned yet again. "You're not happy unless you have a
cock stuffed somewhere in your body... correct?"
Amy looked up into my eyes and shook her head. "No, I'm
not." I could tell that my words were getting to her. She
was being turned on - even without me touching her.
"You're a slut. Aren't you, Amy?"
"Yes," she replied, her gaze quickly lowered. "I'm a
slut. A slut for big, hard cocks." Though I don't know
why, Amy enjoyed being degraded. It was part of the game.
"I think it's time you suck my cock, Amy," was my only
response, to which the 28-year-old nodded her head.
Now seated on the edge of the bed, I wiggled my shorts
and briefs down to my knees and let them fall to the floor.
At the same time, Amy scooted forward and grasped my cock
with her right hand. She slapped its bulging tip upon her
chin and giggled, then looked up into my eyes.
"This is where you belong, Amy," I told her. "In a place
like this... the island, where the sex is plentiful. Am I
right, Amy? Are you, in a word, home?"
She nodded her head. "Yes."
I smiled at her. "Of course you're home."
Amy did not waste anymore time as she used both of her
hands to cup and softly knead my delicate testicles. At
the same time, her slick tongue darted over and around the
head of my pulsating cock. Being very gentle, Amy soon
switched her hands to the length of my shaft while moving
her tongue to my testicles. Now stroking its length, Amy
slid and twirled her tongue around my burning testicles.
I was in my own sense of Heaven right now. Of all the
women I had known in my lifetime, NONE of them could even
come close to Amy in terms of providing oral sex (let's
hope Devon or Kristanna never read this chapter!). Amy
didn't give a generic sucking or blowjob... that was not
her style. Instead, she MADE LOVE to my cock with her
fantastic, hungry mouth. That mouth was truly special!
Moving her hands and fingers back to my testicles, the
eager submissive captured the very tip of my shaft between
her lips and soon began the slow, deep descent.
I moaned and growled as I watched the length of my cock
sink further and further between her lush, red lips. I
eventually let out a satisfied groan once Amy had engulfed
me completely. Her nose and lips pressed against my pubic
bone, Amy had taken my entire length into her mouth.
The enchantress was frozen for a short time, obviously
enjoying the feel of my bulging cock-head lingering deep
within her throat. Then, without warning, her head bobbed
upward - until the very tip of my erection was loosely
nestled between her lips. Two seconds later, she quickly
engulfed and swallowed the entire length of my cock into
her hungry, greedy mouth yet again.
Amy used this particular technique for quite some time.
At the speed of light, she would jam my shaft deep into her
throat. While tickling and playing with my testicles, she
would then very S-L-O-W-L-Y ease my shaft almost completely
out, until its tip was just between her luscious lips.
Then, the maddening process would repeat itself.
When Amy looked up at me, her mouth still full, her green
eyes roared with passionate lust once they caught sight of
mine. Our gazes now locked, Amy began bobbing her head
up-and-down at a very gentle, easy pace.
The young woman moaned in delight as I reached down with
my hands and caressed her scalp. Running both hands through
her silky, red hair, I let out a deep sigh and then thrusted
my hips forward - driving my throbbing erection hard and
fast into her willing throat.
"I hope you're thirsty!" I exclaimed, grinning.
Amy immediately steadied herself, gripping the base of my
shaft and closing her lips tightly around it. A mere instant
later, the eruption came.
As always, Amy kept her mouth sealed around my cock as I
pumped load after load of semen into her. She slurped and
swallowed down every last ounce, then removed my cock from
her mouth and began licking it dry. Her tongue lashed away
at every inch, making sure the moistness was taken care of.
She did a very thorough (and excellent) job, too.
Instead of offering Amy a compliment on her expert oral
skills, I felt like continuing with more of the game. This
was what she wanted, after all. Amy wanted me to assert
whatever authority I had over her, and seize control.
"Why do you still have your clothes on?" I asked her, my
voice stern as I took a step back.
"You didn't tell me to take them off..."
"WHY do you STILL have your clothes on?" I repeated.
"I'm sorry, Jeremy," Amy countered, quickly slipping her
blouse off. She got rid of her black miniskirt and kicked
off her high-heeled shoes, then re-assumed the position on
her knees. "You still want me here, right?"
"Until I say otherwise," were my words. I nodded at Amy's
nude, beautiful figure. "You have the body of a submissive.
I can hear it, Amy. It's speaking to me right now. Fuck me.
Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me..."
Fidgeting about somewhat, the young woman offered me a
curious glare. She had NEVER heard me talk this way before.
Nor had anyone else, for that matter.
"Now, I got a question for you," I told her. "I want an
answer. I want you to answer me."
"Yes, Master." I was caught off-guard being called that
term, but didn't let it faze me. I pressed on...
"Are you, or are you not, going to stay on the island with
Devon, Kristanna and me after everyone else leaves?"
"I'd like to," she nodded, frowning.
"I thought we had an agreement last week," I added. "You
are unhappy being Stephanie's Dominatrix. You were going to
talk to her and tell her that you could no longer dominate
her. We agreed on that, Amy. That is what you wanted. But
ever since that day, you have done nothing but dominate
Stephanie. The other girls tell me that they go to bed each
night listening to Stephanie scream as you whip her."
"I haven't gotten around to telling her just yet," Amy
pouted, her gaze again lowered. "I don't want to hurt her
feelings. Stephanie loves being my submissive."
"You have to worry about your own feelings for a change.
Why do you dominate Stephanie and treat her that way if it
does not make you happy?" I shrugged my shoulders and
surmised, "I am your Master, Amy, and I know what is best
for you. You ARE going to talk to her within the next 24
hours and get everything cleared away. I have to make plans
for the rest of my life, you know. Will you stay? Will
Stephanie stay as well? I am tired of waiting for an answer.
I want you to come to a resolution with her."
"Yes, Master."
"Your days of domination are OVER," I told her, again
using my most demanding tone. "You are going to be my
submissive from this point forward. Now and forever. If
you want to stay on this island with me, you're gonna do
what I tell you. You're not going to disrespect me again.
You are a submissive from this point forward."
"I didn't know you had this in you," Amy squealed, again
fidgeting about upon her knees. "Oh God..."
"You're going to do what Devon and Kristanna tell you,
too," I added. "I do not know if they want to dominate
you or treat you like their submissive. But you will do
whatever they tell you. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Master."
"To celebrate this occasion, dear Amy, YOU will stay NUDE
for the rest of the day." AH-HA! Turnabout is fair play!
How many times had Amy kept Stephanie nude all day long?
"In fact, at the dinner table tonight, you will get up in
front of everyone and announce that you are my submissive.
You will tell everyone that you belong to ME."
"Oh God..." Amy barely murmured underneath her breath,
her body trembling with obvious desire. She quickly composed
herself and returned, "Yes, Master."
"This is what you want," I nodded. "You want me to be
your Master. Well... now, I am. And you are my property."
I could not believe some of the things I was saying to her,
but it was all part of the game. "Are we clear on that?"
"Yes, Master."
I fisted my flaccid shaft and held it before Amy's face.
"I want you to get me hard again. Do it with your mouth.
Then, I'm going to fuck your ass. I may even spank it if
you are a good girl, and behave. Get me hard. Now."
"Yes, Master," Amy said, the expression upon her face
pure and golden. As she took my cock back into her mouth
and began sucking it once again, the glow upon Amy's face
told me that this could very well be the happiest moment of
her entire life. Not only was I the man she loved, but I
was now treating her the way she longed to be treated.
It wasn't a bad day on the island, huh?
Not only did Amy (perhaps) get to experience the highest
point of her life, but so did Trish. Amy was servicing her
Master while Trish was with the absolute girl of her dreams.
Yes, this is what I wanted. I wanted everyone to be happy.
<<<- End of Part 22 ->>>
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