YOUTHFUL ENTERPRISE
Written by Ossified
Comments welcome to ossified@hushmail.com




Chapter 7




It's been almost an hour since I cleaned up after the butler did me and 
I'm getting impatient waiting for Mr. Alworth. I'm in my night dress 
which is just a plain, white cotton thing with little pink flowers on. 
Didn't think to buy anything fancy for this weekend. I considered 
changing my panties, but Mr. Alworth may want to sniff me again and 
putting on fresh ones wouldn't be much point then, would it?

Anyway, Mr. Alworth finally comes to get me. He's in these striped gray 
and blue flannel pyjamas. They'd be kind of cool on a young, skinny 
guy, but on Mr. Alworth they just make him seem even older and his 
hard-on looks silly tenting out. I'd have thought he'd want to fuck me 
here in my room, maybe sniffing my old undies and all the other stuff 
these perverts like to do in girls' rooms. That's why I turned the 
sticky sheets around; so he wouldn't find out about the butler. But Mr. 
Alworth just gropes me a bit, panting in my ear and kissing the top of 
my head, smelling my hair. Then he takes me by the hand and leads me to
his bedroom.

When I see Chloe lying on the double bed I freak out. She's in a silky 
night dress and she look so serene and beautiful lying there that I 
don't see why Mr. Alworth would even look at me twice, let alone want 
to do me.

"Mr. Alworth! Your wife is here! You don't want to fuck me in here, do 
you? Right next to her? She'll wake up and see us and everything. I 
don't want that. It's really embarrassing."

"It's alright Sarah," he says. "Chloe always passes out after drinking. 
She won't wake up. Don't worry."

I still think it's weird that Mr. Alworth wants to do it while his wife 
is in the same bed, but as long as she doesn't wake up I don't mind so 
much. This must be how the pervert likes to do it and he IS paying for 
it.

I get into bed not really knowing what Mr. Alworth wants me to do. When 
he booked me he asked if I take it up the arse so he'll want that at 
some point, but other than that I have no clue. He rolls me over on the 
side so that I'm facing Chloe and she looks really gone. She's 
breathing calmly, and it's the most relaxed I've seen her since I got 
here which is saying a lot.

Mr. Alworth gets into bed and spoons up to me. He's taken off his PJs 
and I can feel his dick through my nightie. He's pressing it hard 
against my bum and his hands stroke my neck and play with my pigtails. 
His belly feels large against my back, and his body is so unattractive 
I struggle not to tell him to fuck off.

Then he's stroking my thighs, making his way underneath my nightie, and 
he's actually not bad at this. He goes slow, but not slow enough to be 
annoying, and when I think of Andrew who's my semi-boyfriend, Mr. 
Alworth's hands make me tingle a bit. He strokes my breasts too, but 
he's too rough with them and it's not so nice.

Then Mr. Alworth pulls my nightie up to my waist and goes: "Oh Sarah. I 
love your panties. They're so cute. Just look at the little fishie," 
and his voice quivers.

I'm glad he likes them, 'cause I do too. They're really soft and 
comfortable and I'll definitely be buying more of these. Anyway, he 
gets up and rolls me over onto my back. Then he spends some time with 
my toes again, kissing and sucking and fiddling with them. He looks 
weird sitting there at my feet with his dick sticking out. I try not to
giggle, but I can't help it. He thinks it's because he tickled my toes
though, so it's okay.

Then he buries his face in my crotch, rubbing his nose all over my 
knickers and sniffing me again. This guy really should be a dog or 
something. He's totally getting off on it too, and his dick is big and 
hard.

Mr. Alworth flips me over onto my tummy and he's kissing my bum through 
the panties, breathing hard with excitement. Then he peels my undies 
down slowly, revealing my bum while planting kisses all over it. He 
pulls my panties all the way off and holds them to his face, smelling 
deeply, sucking in the aroma of my cunt while wanking his dick. Then he 
grunts and laps at the sticky gusset a bit before he throws them on the 
floor.

Mr. Alworth pulls my arse in the air, and I feel really exposed in this 
position. I know he can see my sopping twat, my bumhole and everything. 
Then he's tonguing my snatch from behind, lapping at it and really 
tasting me. I have to admit this excites me, despite him being a 
disgusting pervert. When he moves up my bumcrack and starts licking my 
back hole it's even better and I can't help groaning into the pillow.

"Oh my, Mr. Alworth. Can't believe you'd lick me there. That's sooo 
dirty. Mmm... Think you'll manage to get your thingy up there? It's, 
like, super tight you know. Oooh! Do that some more... Oh yes... Mmm.. 
That's good..."

Mr. Alworth is mumbling stuff about how gorgeous I am, but his face is 
buried between my bum cheeks and it comes out all muffled. Then his 
tongue is up my arse and it's wriggling around back there. It's driving 
me crazy and I start to finger my twat, but Mr. Alworth pushes my hand 
away which is totally frustrating since HE'S not touching me there 
either. I really need to get off.

Then Mr. Alworth pulls my night dress off and tells me to get on all 
fours with my cunt above Chloe's face. He pulls her downwards in bed to 
make room for me, and it makes her night dress ride up exposing her 
white satin panties. It freaks me out that he wants this, and it seems 
totally unnecessary and rude. If Chloe wakes up while he's doing me 
she'll be staring right up at his dick in my pussy. That would be, 
like, SO embarrassing.

"Please, Mr. Alworth. Is this really necessary? It's your wife and 
everything. My twat will be, like, right in her face. And when I cum I 
kind of... well... I get, like, totally soaked. It'll drip in her face 
and she won't like that at all. Lets do something else instead. Please? 
It's just... It's not right."

"This is what I want to do, and with the money I'm paying you I'm not 
putting up with more of your shit Sarah. Now get over there and do as I 
tell you."

I get that he's annoyed with my performance on this job so I do as he 
says. I straddle Chloe's face, and the bed is huge so there's room for 
me to be on all fours while facing the headboard. Mr. Alworth gets 
behind me, placing a knee on each side of Chloe. He fingers my cunt, 
and I gasp since I feel totally horny and it's ABOUT TIME he touched me 
there. Then he grabs his dick and shoves it against my twat. It opens, 
kind of like a wet flower, and lets him in.

"Christ, Sarah. I can't believe how tight you are. It's amazing. It's 
like your cunt is sucking my dick. And you're just fourteen! You're 
made to be fucked, you know that?"

I think that's a pretty unkind thing to say since I'm so much more than 
that. I'm, like, a REAL person, not just a pervert's little-girl fuck 
toy. I bet Alicia would be totally pissed that he said that about me.
SHE treats me like a normal girl and not just some dim little teenie
slut you can get off on.

After a little while I don't actually care all that much though, since 
Mr Alworth is fucking me really hard and it feels delicious. I bump 
into the headboard a couple of times, but then he grips my hips and 
holds me steady. I sink my head down, burying my face in Chloe's 
pillow, swaying my back and shoving my bum in the air for him. I can 
feel Chloe's hair tickling my breasts and it's really nice but weird at 
the same time. I see her face between my legs, and although her 
husband's dick is slamming into my twat just centimetres from her face, 
she doesn't stir even once. She must be really zonked.

I desperately want to get off, but every time I try to find my clit 
with my fingers, Mr. Alworth slaps them away. I don't understand why he 
does this, and it's, like, totally frustrating. I fuck back against 
him, rolling my hips and trying to get off without my clit being 
touched.

Just as I feel a warm buzz rising, the prat pulls out of me. His dick 
is all shiny and wet from my twat, and he wipes it on Chloe's face a 
couple of times. Although this seems way out of line, it's also kind of 
exciting since she's been a model and everything, and Mr. Alworth STILL 
likes me more. He must really think I'm an awesome fuck.

He rubs his cock in the crack of my arse, and then he centres it on my 
back hole. I brace myself and try to relax, and I'm kind of loosened up 
back there from his tongue so he manages to get his dick up my arse. He 
starts moving slowly, and it's even tighter in my bum than in my twat 
so Mr. Alworth needs to be careful or he'll cum straight away. I'm 
scared he will, 'cause there really is nothing quite like getting it up 
the arse and I want him to last.

Mr. Alworth start fucking my bum in a steady, purposeful way. His 
grunts and moans tells me he's liking it a lot and my arse feels so 
stuffed I can't help grunting into the pillow myself. I'm getting used 
to him and he's picking up speed, talking to me like I'm his teenie-
girl whore. It briefly strikes me that I am.

"Uuunnnhhhggg... Sarah! Oh God! You little slut. I'm... uurrgghh... 
fucking your arse. Christ, you're tight! Gggnnn... Gonna... ummpf... 
cum... soon."

"Ooohhh... Mr. Alworth! You're so... uugghh... big and... hard. Are you 
going to... ooohhh... cum in my... Oh God... little schoolgirl bum? 
Can't wait to feel you squirt up my... gggnnn... arse."

I don't really mean this of course, since I'm getting really close even 
without being allowed to touch myself. I really need him to last long 
enough, 'cause if I don't get off soon, I'll go crazy.

I feel my body tighten and my thighs begin to tremble. I'm so close I 
can't see straight and it's all a daze. I know my twat is already 
gushing in Chloe's face and this doesn't freak me out any more, it just 
seems totally hot and exciting. Just when I think I'll go over the 
edge, Mr. Alworth pulls out of my arse, and he's cumming.

I expect to feel the warm gush of his sperm up my back, but instead he 
urgently pushes me forward, bumping me into the headboard. Then he's 
wanking off, shooting off right in Chloe's face. Although this should 
definitely freak me out it just turns me on like crazy. He's shooting 
all this cum in her face and it goes in her hair, up her nose and 
everywhere.  When he's finished there's cum hanging from her chin and 
some more dribbling down her temple. He smears his goo on her lips with 
his dick, and some of it has pooled in her left eye. I KNOW that's 
going to hurt if she wakes up now 'cause it's happened to me when I 
passed out at a party once. Thankfully, she's still out like a light.

Then he yanks one of my pigtails and wants me to suck him. Although his 
cock has just been up my arse and it's like, eeewww, I'm so turned on 
and close to cumming that I do it. It feels totally outrageous and 
dirty to do this, but when his dick enters my mouth I groan loudly. I 
try to touch my clit, and I KNOW if just touch myself for a second I'll 
cum, but Mr. Alworth slaps my hand away again and I groan with 
frustration with his cock stuffed in my mouth.

While I suck on Mr. Alworth I start to cum, without touching myself or 
anything. That's never happened before. Ever. He immediately pops his 
dick out of my mouth, and although I was enjoying it I'm also thankful 
'cause I can just let it all out and scream as I cum.

Mr. Alworth grabs my hips and pushes me down towards Chloe. When I feel 
her cum-smeared face against my twat I cum really hard, gushing all 
over her and almost blacking out. I'm really grinding myself against 
her face, and when I feel her nose on my clit I start to hump her so 
hard that Mr. Alworth has to hold me up so I don't hurt her. I cum, 
like, forever, and in the end I'm just shuddering constantly and softly 
grind my twat in Chloe's face. Afterwards I collapse on the bed, 
totally drained, still trembling from what has been THE BEST orgasm 
EVER.

When the fog lifts from my head I look over at Mr. Alworth. He's 
standing by the bed, smirking and looking down at his wife's face. 
Chloe is still out cold, but her face all covered in sperm and my juice 
and her hair is all gooey too. She's whimpering in her sleep and looks 
really fucked up, and Mr. Alworth seems way too happy about this.

"Christ Sarah. You almost drowned her. I've never seen a girl cum that 
hard. You really are one of a kind. None of the other girls have ever 
gone this far."

I look at Chloe and how messed up she is, and I remember how she called 
me 'pretty' and how she got me a milkshake at dinner when I didn't like 
the wine. I feel so-o-o bad. Like a total shit. I can't believe I've 
done this to her. I even enjoyed it. Oh God!

Although my pussy is still tingling and normally I'd get my self off a 
second time, my bad conscience hits me like a flood and I start to cry. 
Mr. Alworth doesn't seem to care about this at all though. He's just 
staring at Chloe with a creepy look on his face, muttering "Not so 
pretty now, are you, bitch?" I look at his large belly and his dripping 
cock, and he seems so disgusting to me right now that I want to throw 
up.

This is too much for me so I grab my panties and nightie and rush 
crying from the room. As I slam the door I hear Mr. Alworth's smug 
"goodnight and thank you, Sarah," and I stagger sobbing to the bathroom 
to clean up. This job is really doing stuff to me, and I don't like it 
at all. I need time to think, but my head is muddy. I've never cum that 
intense before and I still need another cum and what kind of person 
does that make me?

I'm using a washcloth between my legs and although I'm crying I'm also 
clean by now and yet I can't seem to stop. I'm tingling all over, and 
although I disgust myself I'm close to cumming again.

Then Alicia knocks and enters, and when I see her I drop down my 
nightie and blush deeply. I know she heard me cum when her dad fucked 
me. Her room is next to her parents' and even the butler downstairs 
must have heard me the way I carried on. I want to explain, but it's 
impossible without telling Alicia what I did to her mum and I just 
can't do that. When I start to babble she just hugs me really tight and 
says:

"Shhh. You don't have to tell me Sarah. It's okay. Really."

I sob uncontrollably on Alicia's shoulder and her nightie gets all damp 
from my bawling. All she does is stroke my hair and kiss my forehead 
and I'm so touched that she's this kind and caring which makes what 
I've done seem even worse. When I settle down to a sniffle she keeps 
hugging me and hums softly which is what my mum always used to do.

She's stroking my back and I feel her tits against me. She's so warm 
and tender, and I'm still really horny and I can't help wishing she'd 
touch me between my legs even though just thinking it makes me 
disgusted with myself. It's like I can't have a single relationship 
with someone without thinking about sex. It's sick. I didn't use to be 
like this.

Even so I just can't help moaning softly against her shoulder and it 
sounds raw and alien and makes me blush again. When her hand moves from 
my back down to cup my arse I'm starting to think Alicia might be 
feeling something here too. It's not like she's groping me or anything 
- she just stokes me tenderly - but it's still in places she shouldn't 
really be touching.

Then Alicia's hand moves up between my legs and that's DEFINITELY not 
an innocent move. I'm not wearing any panties and although I've cleaned 
myself I'm still dripping wet and longing to be touched. She rubs me 
gently and she's so good at this that I cum almost immediately, biting 
down on her shoulder. My legs feel weak, but she holds me up, her 
fingers finishing their work and I'm clinging to her, sobbing.

I don't know if she wants me to touch her too, but I feel I should 
offer. When I start stroking her thighs she holds my hand and whispers 
that it's okay, and that I don't have to. I'm really thankful for this, 
since I'm so drained and tired and all I want to do is sleep.

Alicia helps me to bed and it feels comforting that she gets in with 
me. She strokes my forehead and kisses my shoulder and then I'm 
drifting off. The last thing I remember is a hand on my tits and the 
rhythmic rustling of sheets. Although I know Alicia is getting 
herself off I just can't stay awake to apologize, much less help her 
out. It's been an exhausting day.


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The next morning Alicia isn't in my bed anymore and I have a headache. 
I'm dreading breakfast and, after last night, I don't know if I can 
look any of these people in the eye again. When I get downstairs Chloe 
seems her own vacant self though - like nothing has happened. Maybe she 
doesn't know? Mr. Alworth is beaming however, totally ignoring that 
Alicia is glaring at him across the table. We eat in total silence.

Afterwards Alicia wants to go swimming in the pool, which is a really 
good idea. I change into my bikini which is bright red with blue and 
white stripes - really sporty looking which seems fitting since I LOVE 
swimming. Well, not swimming really, more playing around in the water, 
ducking each other under and stuff like that. Used to do that with my 
sister Sophie all the time before she became all bratty and no fun. 
Kind of miss that now.

Anyway, I know I look good in this bikini. Numerous rude boys made 
that clear this summer. My tits seem even smaller though, since the 
tight lycra bikini top does nothing to enhance their size. Arse looks 
totally amazing though, which is good news for Mr. Alworth if he stops 
by. Maybe for Alicia too come to think of it.

When I meet Alicia at the pool, she looks pretty too. She's in a blue 
and white one-piece suit and I can't help casting a sly look at the 
slight bulge of her twat between her thighs. I suppose I shouldn't 
really be noticing things like that though. Amazingly there's no 
tension between us anymore, despite what happened last night. It's 
like we've both agreed that we like each other, and last night is just 
a dim memory anyway.

It's an indoor pool and the room is warm and damp and smells of 
chlorine. Sunlight shining through the large windows makes the room 
almost painfully bright until my eyes adjust, the water casting 
shimmering reflections on the walls. When I stick a toe in the water 
it's not too cold and looks inviting. I toss my towel on a nearby 
chair and when I look over at Alicia I notice she's checking out my 
bum. Knew it looked good in this bikini!

So we dive in, and Alicia does this perfectly, hardly splashing at 
all. I try to copy her dive, but totally mess it up and hit the water 
all wrong. Alicia doesn't laugh at me though, which is nice. There's 
this gymnastics mat which floats around in the pool, and it's all 
floppy and great fun to play with. We try walking on it without 
falling in, but it's virtually impossible, especially when we try to 
push each other off at the same time. Alicia's skin is wet and smooth 
to touch, and when we try to grab each other the water has made us 
slippery and hard to hold. We giggle and laugh a lot, and this makes a 
weird, echoey sound reflecting off the walls.

While we're doing this Mr. Alworth has made an appearance, and it's 
kind of creepy since I never noticed him entering. All he does is sit 
in a chair and gawk at us, and he seems pleased with just looking at 
his two little bikini-teens fooling around. Although he looks at my 
arse a lot, I notice him staring at Alicia too, and it seems kind of 
weird since he's her dad and all. I can see he has a hard-on from 
looking at us so I make a point of showing off my body, stroking back 
my wet hair and arching my back when I'm on the mat so he can check 
out what he's paying for. This seems to annoy Alicia though, which 
seems strange since she knows why I'm here.

After a while Alicia and I get kind of tired and instead we just float 
around on the mat, talking. She's constantly touching my arm or my 
leg, and after a while she strokes my hair and goes: "I'd kiss you, 
only my dad would enjoy it too much."

While I'm flattered and everything, I'm not sure what to make of it. I 
really like Alicia, but it's not like I'm in love with her or anything 
and I'm thinking she's got the wrong impression here. Maybe it's me. 
Seems everybody wants to fiddle with me all the time, so maybe I'm 
sending out some kind of horny signal or something. Wouldn't surprise 
me. I'm unsure what to answer her, but then Mr. Alworth calls me over 
so I don't have to.

When I get to him he gestures for me to kneel between his thighs, and 
you don't have to be a genius to know what that means. He unzips his 
fly and takes his dick out, and it's like, really, really hard. 
There's all this precum drooling from the tip, so I guess he liked to 
watch us in the pool.

I smile at him, trying to forget that he freaked me out last night, 
and lick my lips and look horny for him. So I stoop down and take him 
into my mouth, and as his slippery cock glides in I sort of flick my 
tongue beneath the head. This makes Mr. Alworth groan, and I'm pleased 
since this is a new technique I thought of recently. Seems to be 
working. It's so weird, 'cause we have sex-ed and stuff, but nobody 
EVER tells you what you really need to know - like how to suck well or 
that guys seem to have this whole thing about squirting cum in your 
face. Learning about condoms and birth control is all well and good, 
but nobody reminds you that taking it up the arse won't get you 
knocked up either. THAT'S the stuff they should be teaching you.

Anyway, Mr. Alworth is moving none too gently, basically fucking my 
face while he holds on to my head, pushing me up and down on his dick 
and making me gag. The tiles are uncomfortable against my knees, and 
my wet hair keeps getting in my face. I try to brush it away without 
breaking the pace, but although I hook it behind my ear it doesn't 
stay there.

Then he yanks at my hair a few times which hurts a bit. I go 'ouch', 
but it comes out all muffled since my mouth is stuffed with drooling 
cock. I look up at him and when I see his face it dawns on me that 
he's actually about to cum in my mouth, and the whole hair-yanking 
thing was 'cause he doesn't want that. I quickly let him slip out of 
my mouth, not even doing the tongue-flick thing since I know he'd be 
pissed off if I made him cum.

I have to admit it makes me all tingly that he's this close and that I 
get to decide if he cums or not. It's like I get this AWESOME power 
just from acting like a little fuckbunny, and it's really, really easy 
too. I'm just this skinny little schoolgirl and he's all grown up and 
makes, like, a zillion pounds on the stock marked every day. Yet if I 
flick my wrist right now he'll loose control completely and cum in my 
face. Totally cool.

"Bend over and touch your toes," Mr. Alworth gasps. He's holding the 
base of his dick, trying to hold back his cum, and he's all red in the 
face and panting. He actually looks kind of funny so I almost giggle, 
but then I remember that Alicia is watching and I still can't believe 
he's actually doing stuff like this to me right in front of her.

I turn away from him and bend over, my ass practically in his face. I 
notice Alicia is on the mat, floating around in the pool at staring at 
us. I'm so embarassed I feel myself go all red in the face, and 
bending over isn't helping either. It's, like, totally humiliating 
that she sees me like this, but there's not really anything I can do 
about it. Mr. Alworth needs to get off and he wants me from behind, so 
there's not much choice but to bend over. After all, I am a 
professional, right?

As Mr. Alworth grabs my bikini bottoms and drags them down my legs I 
know I'm ready for him. Getting guys all worked up always makes me 
wet. He rubs his cock against my twat, and I'm, like, all slick and 
gooey. Then he pushes inside me, his cock twitching since he's so 
close to cumming. Then he starts fucking me and although I know I'm 
not going to cum, it still feels really nice and sexy getting it from 
behind like this. He's grabbing my hips and fucking into me, and it's 
a good thing he's holding me or I'd trip over the bikini bottoms 
stretched between my ankles.

I grunt as he fucks into me, and when I look down I see my wet hair 
looks really dark hanging down onto the white tile floor. Every time 
Mr. Alworth trusts into me I shudder, and the force of his fucking 
makes my wet hair drag across the floor like some weird mop. Mr. 
Alworth is kind of a good fuck and I suppose I should tell him that.

"Oh my God Mr. Alworth. You're so-o-o good at this. And your cock... 
It feels, like, super huge inside me," I squeal, and I just KNOW he 
loves me saying that.

"Christ Sarah," he grunts. "You're so...ungh.. tight. I'm going to cum 
in your twat soon."

Guys always seem to be telling me I'm tight, which is pretty cool. 
Guys like tight.

"Yes, Mr. Alworth! Do it! Cum inside me. Shoot all your sticky sperm 
up my twat," I squeal again, totally forgetting Alicia is listening 
until she gives this demonstrative, loud yawn.

Then Mr. Alworth goes all rigid, grunting "Oh yeah, baby." The 
familiar warmth spreads inside me as he squirts his cum up my cunt, 
and I vaguely notice my toes curling against the tiles while he 
empties himself into me. I close my eyes and concentrate on his cock 
jerking inside me, trying to milk it empty with my twat as he does his 
final thrusts, his cum filling me up. Then he's done cumming inside 
me, some of his goo dribbling down my left thigh like a sticky drop of 
milk, and he pulls out. Loosing balance I fall to my knees on the 
floor and I have this flash vision of how I look right now: on my 
hands and knees with my arse sticking out, thick white cum leaking 
from my freshly fucked twat, and it's totally porno and hot, but also, 
like, eeewww. Then I hear Mr. Alworth leave, slamming the door like he 
always does.

Although my knees are shaking I still manage to get up, and as I pull 
my bikini bottoms back on they streak the cum running down my legs. 
Without looking at Alicia I retreat to the showers where I just lean 
against the wall with my eyes closed as warm water splashes in my 
face. I vaguely notice Alicia joining me.

"You'd better take these off. They're full of his cum," she says, 
pulling my bikini bottoms down. She's right of course, and when I look 
down I see the water washing Mr. Alworths cum down my legs, over my 
feet and toes, then down the drain.

"Christ, there's just so much of it," Alicia mutters, gently washing 
away her father's cum which seems to be endlessly seeping from me. She 
looks at me, going "you're so pretty, Sarah," and kisses my forehead 
and her eyes are really deep and soulful and everything. Then she 
washes my hair gently and the shampoo smells of melon. Alicia would 
make an awesome big sister.

After the shower I pack my stuff and leave. While it's a bit sad 
saying goodbye to Alicia, I'm not going to miss the Alworth house 
much. There's no milkshake in the car on my ride home, and I decide 
I'm not taking any more sleepover jobs. Although the pay is awesome 
there's something about adapting to another family's ways that just 
seems too much like work. I have Alicias phone number though. Maybe 
I'll call her some time.

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YOUTHFUL ENTERPRISE CHAPTER 7
Written by Ossified
Comments welcome to ossified@hushmail.com


  
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