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Fatherly Guidance part 10
by Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)
***
A reunion with her estranged father results in something
unexpected.
*** All around town Ronnie was setting up deals like this with
different businesses. He called it bartering. He had a
fuck-a-fill up deal with the guy that worked late shift at the
Shell gas station near our house, the liquor store guy got a blow
job for a case of beer and a 5th of liquor, the guy at the
7-Eleven got a blow job for a carton of cigarettes, there's a
seafood restaurant on the river front that Ronnie knew the
manager and we get to eat there and all it takes is a 10 minute
romp in his office.
He always seemed to find someone or know someone willing to trade
things for sex. "If you're smart," he once told me, "You'll
learn to get what you want without paying for it." He put that
to practice as often as he could.
I was building a pretty steady clientele and had a few regulars
that I saw. Ronnie was always rushing me, trying to get me to
make them cum faster to get it over with. "If a guy pays for a
half hour and you make him cum in 20 minutes, you save yourself
10 minutes." That was his logic but I soon found out the faster
I made them cum, the more dates he set me up with.
He kept my supply of crack steady and I kept fucking whoever he
set me up with. It didn't matter what they looked like or who
they were. He bought a new truck, well, a used one but it was
new for us and explained the payment plan he arranged. The
payment was $400 per month including insurance and I would be
making the payments by "bartering". Once a week I'd see Larry,
the guy who owns the car lot, and let him fuck me. I'd do that
every week for three years until it was paid off.
Mom's belly began showing about three months after we found out
and I still hadn't said anything about Ronnie. They were married
and went on a week-long honey moon. Deek and Jimmy were kind
enough to take over "the business" while Ronnie was gone. I knew
that if she had a boy Ronnie would want her to get rid of it so I
decided to wait until they knew the sex before I'd say anything.
****
School had become a major pain and I was having trouble keeping
the guys off of me. They knew they need to pay me, but few
actually did. I was still getting fucked every chance they got
but did manage to get the $50 dollars a day Ronnie asked for. I
never told him that I was putting out about three times more than
I was collecting.
"You know any girls like you?" he asked one day picking me up
from school.
"What do you mean?"
"You know, a slut. A girl that likes to fuck and wants to make a
few bucks doing it." I looked at him not sure where this was
going. "Business is great but there isn't enough hours in a day
for you to manage it. I'm looking to expand. I have to turn
business away because you're already booked and I don't like
that."
I looked out the window and rolled my eyes. Poor Ronnie is
having to lose money because I can only fuck about eight hours a
day. He already has dates set up for me from 3 PM right up until
the time where we have to speed home to beat mom. Every thirty
minutes I have someone scheduled. He rents joining rooms and
while I'm fucking a guy in one room, he's got the other guy
waiting next door.
The only break I get is if I make them cum fast and have a few
minutes before the next one. I hardly have time to smoke a whole
rock before it's back to work. Condoms are almost necessary now
as the clean up time is a lot less.
Not wanting to lose too much business, he has even checked me out
of school early to meet dates, sometimes as early as 11:30. He'd
tell the office I had a doctor's appointment. Two or three times
a week this would happen and I'm sure they're thinking I'm pretty
sick with so many visits.
Most days Ronnie gets two rooms at Quality Inn because it's cheap
and close to a lot of roads. The owner there was Indian or
something like that and was suspicious of us after the third stay
in a week. He kept an eye on us and confronted Ronnie about the
number of men coming and going into the rooms.
Ronnie, as usual, put on the charm and had the guy snowballed in
no time. It didn't hurt that he offered me to him as payment to
turn a blind eye. Once a week he'd fuck me just to keep quite
about our business and he offered Ronnie a discount on the rooms
if his brother could also fuck me. Hell, money's money, right?
****
"What do you think of Stacy?" mom asked me out of the blue one
day.
"Who's Stacy?" I asked not knowing anyone named Stacy.
"Ronnie likes the name. Or Tracy, Suzy or Britney. I'm still
having trouble deciding."
I panicked. Did they already find out the sex? "Are you having
a girl?"
"I'm not sure. We're going tomorrow to find out but we're still
deciding on a name."
"What if it's a boy?"
"I don't know. We haven't talked about boy names. Ronnie said
he wants a beautiful little girl just like you," she said giving
me a hug. Yea, I already knew that.
Ronnie wasn't home and mom was off that day. It was just the two
of us and I wanted so much to tell her. I'll wait until tomorrow
and do it. If it's a boy I'm sure Ronnie will make her have an
abortion so I won't have to worry about it. If it's a girl, I'm
not sure what I'll do but I'll do something. Tomorrow.
I went to my room and closed the door. I was shaking and having
stomach cramps. I'd just smoked a rock about three hours ago but
was needing another one. I searched my draw and found the one I
hid two days ago. Ronnie left the bag on the counter while he
took a shower and I took one. Just one so he wouldn't know I did
it.
He's been holding out on me, not giving me any until I reached
his predetermined quota, which was always too much. I heard him
tell Deek once that he likes to keep me hungry so I'll stay in
line. I really needed one and sat on my window and smoked it. I
felt so much better afterwards.
Later Ronnie came home with some clothes he bought for the baby.
All pink newborn items and he was very happy, more so than I'd
seen in a while. He kissed mom long and hard on the lips and
rubbed her tummy telling the baby 'hi'. He even smiled at me.
"You ready to be a big sister?" he asked kissing my forehead. I
sighed. Under different circumstances I'd love to be a big
sister and have a baby around the house. But I don't want one
knowing what he plans on doing.
Since mom was pregnant, he didn't need to "save" his cum for her
and went back to fucking me every chance he got. Every morning I
was sent to school with a load of his cum oozing out of me and
sticking to my panties. This always started the new rounds of
sex sessions with various guys from my school followed by Coach
Jenkins, Mr. Curry and Mr. Nichols.
The only break I got from them was when Ronnie checked me out
early but that was like going from the frying pan into the fire.
He's get me out early so that I could get fucked by paying
customers and not the freebees I was giving away.
"How would you like not having to go to school any more?" he
asked one day as I climbed into the truck.
"That would be great, but I can't quit," I said looking at him.
"Mom wouldn't let me anyway."
"Let me worry 'bout that. I know this guy that works for the
school district and he can set you up to be home schooled. He'll
handle everything and turn in the papers and all the bull shit
needed."
I looked at him while he drove. "And all I got to do is fuck
him, right?"
He smiled and patted my leg. "You catch on pretty quick, kid."
I sat silently as he explained to me the new plan. Mom won't
know I'm not going to school so I'll have to still get up like
normal. He'll take me to Deeks apartment then go back home. Deek
will have dates set up for me starting as soon as I get there
until noon when Ronnie will come get me then I'll work my "usual"
shift until around 11:30 when we'll head back home.
I thought about this plan the entire time the first guy was on me
and pumping in and out wildly. I wasn't being responsive to him
and later Ronnie yelled at me about it. I just had too much on
my mind to think about giving this guy a "great" time. Once he
threatened to withhold my crack, I straightened up.
I had 18 "clients" that day but wasn't feeling any pain as I'd
smoked a rock just before the last one. I knew he'd taken mom to
get her ultrasound and I was dying to know what the gender was.
He sat quietly as we drove home.
"Did you take mom to find out if I have a brother or sister?"
He flicked his cigarette out the window and blew the smoke in my
direction. "Yea."
Two more blocks passed and he said nothing. I sort of felt
better because if it had been a girl, he'd be like all happy and
shit and since he seemed down, it must have been a boy. I smiled
at the thought. "Well?"
He took another cigarette out and dangled it from his lips
without lighting it. I knew he was keeping me in suspense to
make me suffer. We turned down our street and he still hadn't
said anything. I was sure now it was a boy and he was mad about
it.
"Don't know," he finally spoke. Couldn't see between the legs.
We're going back next Wednesday." That's all he said until we
got home. It was ten past midnight and as usual, I didn't have
time to shower or clean up. I went straight to bed still
smelling like sex.
****
It was 6:32 and Ronnie was on top of me thrusting with short,
quick strokes. It was time to wake up. Like most mornings, I
didn't even have a chance to start enjoying it before he came and
rolled off. "Take a shower," was all he said before leaving. I
sighed and got up. The water felt great on my skin and I
scrubbed my pussy until it was raw. I wanted to get as much of
the stench of the men from yesterday off of me.
Months of constant sex with strangers had made me cold and
bitter. I was brushing my teeth when I heard Ronnie blowing the
horn. I rushed out. It was only 7:15 and I wondered why he was
in such a hurry. We never left before 7:25 because school
doesn't start until 7:40. Driving to the end of the street,
Ronnie turned the opposite way to my school.
"Where are we going?" I normally don't ask for fear of the
backlash, but it just slipped out.
"Deek's. I told you that already." He mentioned yesterday about
not going to school any more but I didn't know he meant right
away. Deek lives off Washington near the river so we had a good
20 minute drive with traffic. We didn't talk for a while.
"Ronnie, is that all I am to you?" I asked. I'm not sure where
it came from, but it was a valid question.
"Whatcha mean?"
"A whore. A fuck toy for anyone with enough money to pay for
it." He turned to look at me with his infamous snarl. If looks
could kill I would have been dead on the spot. I immediately
regretted asking the question.
In the almost six months I'd known him, he's slapped me once,
choked me once, grabbed my arms so hard it left bruises and
spanked me with a wire clothes hanger. Mostly he just uses
threats and intimidation to keep me in line. Withholding my
crack has proved to be the most effective form of punishment
though. I wasn't sure what to expect.
"You were a whore long before I met you. I didn't turn you into
one. I'm just helping you with it, giving you a purpose and
making a few bucks in the mean time." I turned to stare out the
window and rolled my eyes. As usual he'll try to turn this
around. It's my fault this is happening to me.
We pulled into Deek's apartment complex and waited in the parking
lot. I took a deep breath and reached for the door knob. "Wait,"
Ronnie said grabbing my wrist. I turned back to him. "Here,
this is for you." He opened his hand with had two crack rocks.
"These are special so take it easy on them, okay?" I nodded
scooping them out. It had been more than eight hours since my
last smoke and I needed one.
He walked with me to Deek's apartment and knocked. I wasn't sure
why he came with me as I knew which one was his. Jimmy opened
the door with a big smile. Oh, great, he's here too. Ronnie
gave me a push from behind, sending me into the apartment. Deek
was sitting on the couch in his underwear.
Jimmy sat in the chair next to the couch still grinning. Deek
called me over and pulled me to sit next to him. "What you got
lined up?" Ronnie asked still standing.
"Not a lot today, one at nine, one at ten, one at ten-thirty and
another at eleven-thirty. I didn't have enough time to schedule
a lot but tomorrow should be better," Deek said playing with my
tits.
"I'll pick 'er up 'round 12. Just let me know where you are by
then." I watched as Ronnie turned and left. Jimmy got up and
sat on the other side of me and Deek's hand were all over me.
"We got an hour to fuck 'er," Deek said putting my hand on his
erection. Jimmy kissed me and began fondling my other breast. A
minute later all three of us were naked and fucking on the couch.
They didn't use condoms and they didn't care where they came.
All three holes were used and all three had a load of cum shot
into it. Rachael had two.
He had pizza last night and the box, empty beer cans, half eaten
pieces and dirty napkins were on the coffee table in front of us.
Deek grabbed a few used napkins and wipe the cum that was leaking
out of me. "Get dressed," he said handing my clothes to me. I
sighed and pulled my sweater on followed by my skirt.
Even though he wiped me clean, I still felt dirty and used. Their
cum was still inside of me and I knew it would probably leak out.
The motel wasn't far away and we got there in about five minutes.
Deek got a room and the three of us went inside. Deek called
some- one and told them the room number. We sat and waited for
about 10 minutes before there was a knock at the door. My 9
o'clock date was here.
We used that room for the next three clients and both Jimmy and
Deek fucked me between them. Jimmy came three more times and
Deek came twice before calling Ronnie with the room number. I
took a quick shower, staying in the bathroom until Ronnie got
there. I didn't want to take the chance that they would fuck me
again after I cleaned up. I smoked one of the rocks Ronnie gave
me.
God that new stuff is great! With crack I get a rushed high that
lasts for 10 to 15 minutes and then I start coming down and soon
I'm wanting more. This new stuff took almost a minute before I
felt the rush and it was a different high. It lasted longer and
I didn't "crash" when it wore off. It was more like an airplane
ride and not the rollercoaster ride I usually get from crack.
There was a knock on the bathroom door and I opened it. Ronnie
stood there with a strange look on his face. "Let's go, we're
late."
****
Not having to go to school sounded great at first but that only
meant that there was more time for me to fuck. Ronnie said
school was a waste of time for me because whores don't need an
education and since I wasn't making any money off the high school
boys, it was better this way.
Ronnie picked up some food at McDonald's on the way to the motel
and I ate it in the truck. We went to our usual place and the
owner/manager guy seemed very happy to see me. I couldn't
pronounce his first name, but his name badge also had Patel which
I assumed was his last. He took us to the rooms and Ronnie went
into one while Patel and I went into the other. It was already
12:25 and my next date was to be at 12:30. I had to get him off
fast.
Patel likes to talk and I could hardly understand him, so I
nodded and agreed with him a lot. When he laughed, I did too
even though I didn't get any of his jokes. I knew that Ronnie
would be mad if I took too long with him so I really got into it
and almost bucked him off a few times.
As soon as he came he rolled over. Normally I take the condom
off for him and suck him clean, but today I was late and
scampered out the room naked for the next one. It was 12:43 and
the guy had been waiting for about 15 minutes. Ronnie kept him
busy talking until I got there. He smiled when he saw me.
"One o'clock," Ronnie said informing me of my next appointment
before getting up and walking out into the adjoining room. The
door was left ajar and I could hear Patel and Ronnie talking. I
sat next to my date and put my hand on his leg just below his
crotch.
"I'm Debbie," I said smiling.
"Yea, I know," he replied putting his arm around me. "You're
very pretty. I love the pictures of you on the internet." I
glanced at the clock. 12:46. Shit. I don't have time for small
talk.
"Let's get you comfortable," I suggested standing in front of him
and stooping over to untie his shoes. He had large feet and I
grinned when I pulled his left shoe off and saw his big toe
poking through the end of the sock. Next I unbuttoned his shirt
as far as I could until I reached his pants.
He stood as I began unbuckling his belt and pulling his zipper
down. He wasn't helping at all and let me do all the undress. He
was wearing boxers and was sporting a pretty good hard on. I
massaged his cock through the material and was impressed with
it's weight. I jerked them down and his long, fat cock sprang
free like a jack-in-the box.
"WOW! That's a big one," I said staring at it. Guys like it when
you tell them that, but this time I meant it. It was about 10
inches long and so fat that my finger tips couldn't touch around
it.
"Think you can handle it?" he asked with a grin.
"Yea, I think so. But you'll have to go slow," I lied. I'd had
bigger cocks than this and had some pretty weird shit shoved
inside me over the past few months so I knew it wouldn't be a
problem.
"How 'bout you get on top. That way you can control the
movements," he suggested getting on his back in bed. I climbed
on and went to get a condom but he stopped me. "Suck it a little
first."
I looked at the clock. 12:50. I'd have to hurry. Getting
between his legs, I began sucking and jerking it like a rabid
pitt bull. Several times he groaned and mumbled something about
going slower. I pushed that fat thing as far inside my throat as
I could without splitting it opened. I had over half of it in
and he was impressed.
After a few minutes, I reached for a condom. He'd need a magnum
for sure and grabbed the golden foil off the bed stand. "Let me
feel you raw first," he said. "I won't cum. I just want to feel
you without a piece of rubber between us."
I looked at him and at the clock. 12:55. I didn't have much of a
choice. "Okay, but just a little while and you can't cum inside
of me, got it?" He nodded,
I straddled him and eased myself down his pole. God he was big
and hard. I was still wet inside from Deek and Jimmy but most of
their cum had been absorbed and it wasn't going in as easily as
most. Half way down I stopped and waited a few seconds. Slowly I
pulled up and went back down, pushing a little more inside. I
repeated this until I had the entire thing inside.
He moaned as I began to rock my hips back and forth. "Fuck my
cock, whore," he said grabbing my waist and pulling me upwards. I
leaned forward, putting my hands on his chest and began stroking
up and down on him. He was helping by lifting and slamming me
back down.
After a few minutes he rolled us over and got on top of me. I
knew I was in trouble as he began hammering at me with all his
might. The bed posts slammed against the wall with each thrust.
I spread my legs wider hoping to ease some of the discomfort.
He had a barrel-shaped chest and my arms hardly reached around
it. My legs were wrapped around him tightly in an effort to slow
his powerful drives. I could smell cigarette smoke and looked
over his shoulder to see Ronnie standing in the doorway watching.
He pointed to the clock and I turned to see it was already 1:09.
He was hurting me, pounding the back of my uterus like never
before.
I cried out, more in pain than anything and he took it as I was
cumming and increased his efforts. Sweat dripped on me and like
a bull, he pistoned harder and deeper into me. I made grunting
sounds and begged for him to cum. Not so much because I had
another john waiting for me, but because this was hurting too
much.
He let out one long, low murmur then slowed down. I could feel
the fat schlong jerking and knew he was finally cumming. I moved
my hips a little to help him along. Then he stopped and lay
still on top of me. He was heavy and panting like a greyhound
race dog.
"Let me clean you up," I said pushing on his chest to get him off
of me. He didn't move for a while then slowly rolled over. It
felt like a vacuum sucking my pussy out as his cock popped free.
I took several deep breaths before sitting up. I could feel the
warm goo trickling out of me. Shit, I forgot about the condom.
His cock was slimy and angry red as I lowered my mouth to it. I'd
have to make this quick.
"Time's up," Ronnie notified us from the opened door. I pulled
my face away from his cock and looked at the clock. 1:19.
"Thanks for the fuck, honey," he said sitting up. "It was
great." I smiled and stood up. Right away I felt a plop of
cooling gel fall on my right foot. I looked down and knew what
it was. His cum was still leaking out of me. I turned to Ronnie
and saw his angry expression.
I knew not to ask about cleaning up as I'd already kept the next
client waiting 20 minutes. Grabbing the corner of the bedspread,
I wipe off my pussy the best I could and headed into the other
room.
"1:30," Ronnie said as I passed him. Damn, that's only in 10
minutes!
This guy was a mechanic and had "GUS" sewn onto his coveralls. He
was older, maybe 50 and must be on a lunch break as he was pretty
dirty and smelled like a mechanic. I wanted to get right to
business and grabbed his cock as I went to him. He smiled and
grabbed my nipples.
"That's the way I like my women to greet me," he said bending
over to kiss me. He wasn't hard yet so I massaged it while we
kissed a few minutes. I could hear voices in the other room and
wasn't sure if it was the guy I just fucked or the new guy. I
dropped to my knees and fished out his droopy cock through the
button fly.
Fully hard he was about seven to eight inches long and about
average thickness. A welcome relief compared to the last guy. I
was able to deep throat him and he expressed his enjoyment often.
After a few minutes of sucking, I stood and lead him to the bed
by his cock.
He slapped my ass a few times before I got on the bed on my back
and spread my legs. His eyes went to my pussy and he smiled.
"You do bare back I see," he said without looking away. I craned
my neck and saw the whiteness of cum stuck just outside my lips
and inching it's way downward. "I want that too."
"I can't," I said closing my legs a little. "You gotta wear a
condom."
"How much extra without one?"
"Twenty dollars," I heard Ronnie say from the doorway. I looked
past Gus and saw him standing there. Gus reached into his back
pocket, pulled out his wallet and fished out a twenty. Ronnie
walked over and took it from him.
Parting my legs again, I found the wad of cum with my fingers and
began to massage it into my pussy lips. Gus began undressing,
not taking his eyes off of me. Some guys are grossed out by the
thought of putting their cock into a hole with some other guy's
cum in it and then there's guys like Gus.
Literally he fell on top of me knocking the wind out. His hard
cock found my hole quickly and effortlessly slipped inside. After
the drilling the last guy gave me, I could hardly feel Gus's
normal sized cock. What he lacked in size he made up with in
enthusiasm and actually tried his hardest to make me cum.
It was 1:33 when he first got on top of me and by 1:40 I knew I
had to do something to make him cum faster. I began thrusting
back and talking dirty. That did it and by 1:43 he was shooting
his cum into me. He stayed on top of me until 1:45 when he
finally pulled it out and flopped on the bed next to me panting.
"Here," Ronnie said tossing a wet wash cloth towards me. I wiped
the dirty smudges off my tits and stomach then squeezed out as
much cum as I could and wiped off my pussy. "Let's go, the next
one's waiting."
I could still smell the dirty, burnt oil stench from the mechanic
but I didn't care. I'd have time later to clean up. I headed
for the door way and Ronnie stopped me. "You're taking too
long," he said. "You gotta lot to do today and I don't like
keeping them waiting. Make 'em cum faster. I don't care what
you gotta do, got it?" I nodded and started to walk into the
next room. "You're next one's at 2."
"TWO!?! Ronnie, I can't finish this one by two."
"I'm tired of you telling me what you can and can't do. I'm
telling you what you are going to do and you'd better get this
guy off as soon as you can. Don't make me have to repeat this!"
I could tell by his tone he was serious. I nodded and stepped
in.
This guy was younger than most, maybe 19 or so and was really
tall and nice looking. I was surprised to see him paying for sex
because guys that look like that should be able to get it for
free. He smiled when he saw me walk in naked.
"Wow, very nice," he said standing to meet me half way. I knew
that I was a mess and had the scent of sex and the mechanic on
me, but either he didn't notice or didn't care. One of his
hands went to my breast and the other went between my legs. Two
fingers slipped into my pussy and he wiggled them a little.
"Damn, you're soaked. You must really like sex to be this wet,"
he said smiling. He assumed that I was wet from being turned on
and not from having cum pumped into me. It didn't matter either
way. I smiled back and nodded. He's paying for the fantasy. I
glanced at the clock. 1:51. I had nine minutes to get this guy
off or Ronnie would be pissed.
He was wearing a pullover shirt and I grabbed it to lift it off
but he was too tall and had to help. Next I struggled with the
buttons on his jeans and had his zipper down in no time. Taking
his pants on the sides, I pulled down taking his underwear down
at the same time. His semi-erection flopped out, swinging back
and forth a few times.
He has a very nice body and a really nice cock and was
good-looking so I couldn't understand why he needed a whore. I
took his cock and lead him to the bed. Sitting down, I leaned
forward and began sucking on it. It swelled in my mouth and soon
grew to its full eight inches. Demonstrating my well trained oral
skills, I had him moaning within a minute. 1:53. He held the
back of my head pulling my face harder and deeper to his groin.
He was fully engulfed before he began to fuck it in and out.
Several minutes passed before I slipped a condom on him, laid
back and asked him in my sexiest voice to fuck me. He didn't
hesitate, climbing on the bed with me and sliding it in. 1:58. I
grunted, clawed, squeezed, thrust my hips screamed out and
wrapped my legs around him as he thrust in and out.
"Oh, yesssssssssss," I growled hoping to get him off faster.
"Harder, faster..." He plunged repeatedly into me while I
thrashed about under him like a trapped Banshee. It was working
as his thrusts became erratic and not as deep. Soon he stopped
all together and stayed panting atop me for two long minutes
before rolling over. He gasped a few short breaths before
reaching out to pinch my right nipple.
"Damn, that was a hella of ride," he said with a smile. I turned
to the clock. 2:08. I sat up, removed the spent condom and
cleaned his cock with my mouth. Ronnie says that's part of the
job and I should do that every time. He started to get hard
again and asked if he could fuck me again since he paid for 30
minutes and only used 20.
"I'm sorry, but I can't. You only get to pop once per visit. If
you want more pussy, you gotta pay again," I said hoping he
wouldn't ask for it.
"Do I get a discount?"
"You gotta ask....uh," I wasn't sure what to call him. Ronnie,
my dad, my pimp, my man, my lover, my manager, or what. "You
gotta ask him," I finally said pointing towards the doorway. I
could already hear him talking to someone else in the other room.
"Naw, that's okay. I do a double next time." I smiled. Great,
there'll be a next time.
I sashayed my way towards the next room and the unknown man
waiting to fuck me. I glanced back to see the one that just
fucked me getting dressed. He's really good looking and under
different circumstances, I'd love to go out with him. He saw me
looking and smiled. I almost bumped into Ronnie as I entered the
next room.
"That's better," he whispered to me. The time was 2:12. "Do the
same on this one. You don't wanna get too behind."
"Can I take a break after this one?"
"Break's at 4:30. You're fuckin''til then," he said nudging me.
4:30! That's two hours away and since I'm doing two every hour,
that's four more I gotta do before I get a break. Five if you
count this guy. I sighed and walked into the room.
-end of part 10-
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