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A Corporate Affair

At my husband's urging I have written an account of our first cuckolding
experience. My husband Hugh likes to read such stories on the internet,
and I have read a few myself. First I will tell you about us.

We married when I was 21 and Hugh was 32. He had been married
previously, and had two children who lived with their mother and
stepfather.

I always wanted children, but Hugh wanted to wait a couple years, so the
only form of birth control we ever used was avoidance of sex on the days
around my ovulation time. After a year or so we began to seriously try
for a pregnancy. After over a year with no success I had a complete
pelvic exam, but the doctor could find no problems. My husband had
already fathered two children, but he had his sperm examined. He was
told his sperm count was on the low side, but there were no problems
detected. After about six years we concluded that we would never have
children on our own.


I did have missed periods three of four times, and my doctor told me a
couple times that my egg had probably been fertilized, but the pregnancy
had not been successful. That always gave me hope, but the hope
gradually waned over the years.

After we had been together about eight years my husband had a bad
accident on his motorcycle, suffering injuries which caused a permanent
limp. Gradually he seemed to lose interest in most activities, including
sex. By the tenth year of our marriage we were having sex only a couple
times a month. I wanted more, but nothing I could do seemed to arouse my
husband.

I had been working for a growing electronic business for a couple years
when I was promoted to a secretarial position for our marketing manager.
He was a handsome African American, married with two children; and he
was going through a nasty divorce. He was not a very friendly person,
and barked at me often. We kept our distance from each other, and I
often thought about quitting.

Well, after his divorce was final he gradually became nicer. Soon he
began taking me occasionally to lunch. As our business was steadily
increasing I would have to work late sometimes. When I did he always
insisted on driving me home. When he took me to lunch we started sitting
back in the corner, and we began holding hands. I don't know who started
it, but I liked it. Often at work we managed to touch each other, and
our conversations became more intimate, if you know what I mean. He was
always such a gentleman, insisting on opening the door for me, and never
sitting until I was seated. I think all those little things helped
foster I desire to be touched by him, and each touch caused a little
electric thrill in me.

I had been Earl's secretary for almost a year when our office was moved
upstairs in the same building. On the day we moved it took all day for
the workers to move everything upstairs. After the busy day Earl took me
to dinner, and afterward we returned to our new office. The movers had
finished, and we had to dig out the material that Earl needed for his
business trip the next day.


	

When we reached our new office it was already dark outside, and before I
could turn on the light Earl pulled me to him and held my hands. " I
want to thank you for all the help you have been to me, and for coning
back tonight to help out." He pulled me closer and kissed me on the
forehead. "Let's look out at the city lights." he said, and w walked
over to the window hand in hand. He stood behind me and put his arms
around me. We stood there silently for a minute or so before he hugged
me a little tighter. Then he tenderly kissed my ear while moving his
hands up and cupped my breasts ever so lightly, as if waiting to see my
reactions. He had never touched me there before, and it sent tingles of
pleasure all through me. "You look so lovely, Ellen, I just can't help
myself. I hope you are not angry," he said softly. His hands on my
breasts felt so good, and I deliberately moved back against him. We
stayed there for another minute in total silence. Then he turned me
around. He had his arms around me and I put mine around him. I looked
up, hoping for a kiss. As he pulled me tightly he gently gave me a
fleeting kiss on my forehead. I wanted more. I stood on my toes and
kissed him on the lips. In return he gently lifted me and returned my
kiss. We remained in a tight embrace for several seconds. I could feel
his sex organ pressing against my belly. I was getting very aroused.

I was hoping for more, but he quickly released me. We worked for the
next hour digging through the packing boxes before we departed. We held
hands all the way to his car in the darkened basement. We squeezed hands
and had another passionate kiss. After reaching my house he walked me to
my door and talked with Hugh for a couple minutes before leaving.

I remained excited, aroused and a little dizzy the rest of the evening.
No man other than Hugh had kissed me since our marriage.

A couple weeks later Earl asked me if I could help him buy and install
drapes in a duplex he had recently purchased. I asked my husband if he
thought it would be okay. "You talk so much about him, that I'm
beginning to think there must be something going on between you two," he
remarked. Then h smiled up at me and said that he had no objections, and
that maybe it would be good for me to get out with someone else. I was
so excited that I did not sleep very much the next two nights. I had
long fantasized about having sex with Earl, and now that possibility
could be more feasible.

Earl picked me up Saturday, and he explained to my husband why he needed
a woman to buy the drapes. My husband iterated that he thought it was a
good idea. "Ger her out of my hair for a few hours," said Hugh.


	

The duplex unit was bare, only containing rugs on the floor and two
chairs Earl had brought for us to stand on. While doing all the
measuring for the drapes and curtains Earl managed to arouse me by
touching me so teasingly while I was standing on the chair. Our
conversations at work had become more intimate since that night when we
had kissed, and that day Earl remarked that he would like to see what
things I had hidden under those clothes. I dared him to look, but he
only smiled and said, "When I look I want to see everything, and I would
not want to undress you on this dirty rug."

After drapery shopping and a light lunch we returned to the duplex. In
addition to the window supplies Hugh bought a new blanket and a pillow.
I was curious, and I asked him about it. "I don't want you lying on that
dirty rug in case we get real friendly," he smile as he gave me a quick
kiss.

We were able to install the custom drapes easily. Earl had to do most of
the work, and I got to stand back and admire him. We did get in couple
kisses. Earl had told me a few times that he was going to "take care of
me good" after we finished our work. I did not know exactly what he had
in mind, but I was hoping that it was sex. My husband was planning to
cook dinner for us, and he called to find out when we would be finished.
I let Earl talk to him.

When we had the drapes and curtains up I went into the bathroom to wash
up. When I came out Earl was standing at the door. Without a word he
picked me up and carried me into the living room. He had spread the new
blanket on the rug, and he gently placed me on it. He stood over me and
quickly began removing his clothes. When he was down to his underwear he
looked at me and said, "I have to go in and wash a little. You can get
undressed and I'll be right out. Okay?" He knelt quickly, gave me a kiss
and said, "We had a light lunch, so I am going to eat you for dessert."
Another kiss and he was gone. I removed my outer clothing and waited for
him.

Earl returned in a few minutes carrying his underwear. I had mentally
undressed him a hundred times, and he was just as handsome as I had
pictured him. What a beautiful specimen of masculinity. Still staring at
his wonderful body, I removed my bra. I was sitting there with my face
almost touching his penis. What a beautiful sight! "Lay down," he
ordered. "Let me remove your panties." I had worn my sheerest, briefest
panty just for what I had hoped would happen.


	

After he had my panty removed he kissed me there before hugging me
wordlessly in a tight embrace, only kissing and hugging before he moved
down and began suckling on my nipple. I played with his slightly kinky
hair and felt his smooth backside. It felt so good.

I wanted to feel his sex organ, but he remained in position where I
could not reach him down there. He soon moved down and kissed my vulva
and ran his tongue over it. I did not expect him to do that. I had been
sweating all day, and I don't think that part of me smelled - or tasted
- very nice. He had me so aroused and eager, that I wanted him to enter
me. I had never been more eager for sex since before I was married to
Hugh. I wanted him to fondle my genitals, especially my clitoris a lot
more, but I did not get that.

Suddenly Earl stood and said, " Oh boy, I almost forgot." He rushed out
to the kitchen and returned with the drugstore sack. He pulled out a
packet of condoms. "I remember you telling me that you thought women who
have sex with strangers should always use condoms, so I will," he
smiled. He tore off the wrapper and proceeded to put it on his penis. It
was fascinating to watch. I had never seen a man put on a condom, and I
had never had sex with a man using one. It had a nipple on the end, and
I realized that it was there to hold the semen. It did look so funny
sticking out like that.

I don't think Earl wanted me to help him find the spot, but he was
jabbing around me so much that I took his organ and guided it to the
right place. He was very gentle, and he kept all his body except his
thighs off me. He felt so good. I felt like a virgin having sex for the
first time.

Earl had his climax much sooner than I liked. Just like my husband. He
told me that he was sorry, but that he had not had any sex for almost a
year. I guess that would be hard on a man accustomed to having sex a
couple times a week. I sure did not complain. His penis felt very good
inside me, and he did stay inside me much longer than Hugh ever did.


	

Earl had promised my husband that we would be home by six o'clock, so we
had to hurry. We did arrive on time, and my husband had prepared a nice
meal. He likes to cook sometimes. I managed to change my very wet
panties before we ate. I could not look my husband in the face. The
feelings of guilt were getting the better of me. Was he aware of my perfidy?

After dinner I cleaned up while the men played cribbage. My husband was
glad to find someone who played that game, and I was happy to be alone
with my thoughts.

As soon as Earl drove away I had expected a barrage of questions from my
husband. Thankfully they did not materialize. Somehow I had the
impression that he knew I had sex with Earl that afternoon. I really
don't know how I would have answered any intimate questions. I would
have had to tell the truth.

Although he did not ask any questions I was certain my husband would
check me for sighs of sex activity. I deliberately did not shower before
I went to bed. I had already discovered that Hugh had looked at my
panties, because they were no longer in the exact position I had placed
them. And I knew he would feel inside me. He did, too. He never said
anything, but he did not have to. He did surprise me by having sex with
me that evening. It was real good sex, too. I think he had a firmer
erection than I had lt in a long time. I guess jealousy can have some
positive qualities.

One Monday morning a couple weeks later Earl returned from his regular
Monday meeting with his boss to tell me some great news. Every year Hugh
and the general manager attended the trade show in Las Vegas. That
morning The boss had said that he could not go with Earl because of his
wife's illness. His wife always went, too. The general manager had
approved Hugh's suggestion that I be allowed to go to assist him. Two
people were needed at our booth, and Earl had convinced his boss that it
would be beneficial to have a woman with him, since so many of our
clients were women. I called my husband immediately and told him, and I
asked for his permission to attend. He wanted to talk with Earl first.
Earl went into his office and he and Hugh talked for a long time. Later
Hugh called me and told me it was alright with him.

One of my jobs was to make travel arrangements for our employees, so I
was familiar with the trip. I canceled the suite reservation for the
general manager, but there were no other rooms available at that hotel.
I was told to check with them upon arrival to see if they could find
another room. That was fine with me, and Earl was glad to share his room
with me if a room was still unavailable.

My husband posed a lot of questions that evening about the forthcoming
trip. "You talk so much about Earl that I think you are in love with
him," he said. "I'll bet you are looking forward to having sex with him,
aren't you?"

I did not answer his question until he repeated it. "Well, he might not
want to have sex with me." I countered.

"You didn't answer my question."

After another long pause I replied, "I think in the right circumstances
I would like to try it - if he was eager for it. Most of us women are
curious about black men's sexual prowess." That led to more questions.

"Would you make him use condoms?"

"I would sure want him to. I don't want to take any chances with
disease. ... I don't think he could get me pregnant. You couldn't do it
in all these years. I don't think any man can."

"If he refuses to use a condom, will you refuse him?"

Another long pause before I replied. "I just don't know. ... I guess I
would probably have sex with him anyway. I think my curiosity would
overcome any trepidations I may have."

"Well, I am glad you are honest about it. Since there isn't much I can
do about it, go ahead and enjoy yourself."

The next night we again talked about my trip, and I sensed that Hugh
actually wanted me to have sex with Earl. "I want you to have a good
time, and I can't blame you if you want to have Earl play in your
garden. just don't take off your panties for anyone else."

On the plane trip Earl told me some startling news that gave me chills
and also angered me. Earl told me that he was anxious to get me in a bed
and not do it on a rug like the last time. "I am not using any condoms
on this trip, either unless you really insist," he said, squeezing my
hand. "Last time I did it on your husband's insistence, but no deals
this time."

When I asked him to explain he told me that after he told my husband why
he wanted my help with those drapes and curtains Hugh asked a lot of
questions. "Your husband asked me openly whether I had ever played with
your pussy. I was really startled, but I answered truthfully that I
never had touched you down there. Then he asked me if I wold if I could.
I told him I sure would, but I would never try something like that.
Well, your husband said you had hinted many times that you would like to
have sex with me, and that he didn't mind if I 'screwed' you, but that I
must use a condom or he would see that I got fired. Well, I decided to
be a gentleman, so I bought those damn condoms. I hadn't used one since
I was a teenager."

Before this trip my husband had told him he could "screw the hell out of
me," but he must use condoms. Earl told him that it was my decision to
make, and he would respect my wishes. Next he asked me if I was going to
make him use condoms. I only smiled and hugged him closely.

As soon as we settled into our room and unpacked we had to go to the
convention center to set up our booth. We did a little passionate
kissing and fondling before leaving the room, but that was all.

All our material had already been delivered, and we managed to unpack it
before we broke off for dinner. Then back to the booth. It was almost
midnight before we were back in our room.

My desire for sex had cooled, and I had a raging headache. My shower did
make me feel better, and I did enjoy Earl's gentle ministrations and
explorations of my body. Earl was eager for sex, but he realized I could
not reciprocate so much as I wanted. Instead of regular sex Earl cuddled
up to me in the spoon position and we were soon joined by his turgid
penis. I fell asleep joined to Earl. At some point before he removed his
organ he ejaculated in me. I did not know it until I had to get up
before dawn and I discovered the evidence leaking out of me.

When I awakened in the morning I quickly shook Earl. It was after six,
and w had to be at the convention center by eight. Earl was determined
to "please" me, as he termed it. He was so gentle, and his exploring
hands felt so good that I let him do what he wanted. The sex was very
good, although I did not have an orgasm. Earl realized this, and he
tried so very hard. After he had his ejaculation he managed to stay hard
for a while longer. It felt very good, and I was so close to an orgasm.
He wanted to bring me to an orgasm with his fingers, but it was getting
late. It was so late we had no time for breakfast. Later we bough
something at the convention center.

It was not a fun morning. I had placed a panty liner in my panty, which
I often do after sex with Hugh. Well, it was totally inadequate. I
really leaked a lot, and I had to take some napkins from the food stand
to stuff my panty.

We were back in our room by eight o'clock. After some hugs and kisses we
went down to the casino for an hour or so; then back to the room.

We showered together at Earl's suggestion. We washed each other. For the
first time I got a good look at Earl's sexual equipment. I got so
excited looking and touching all of him, but especially his beautiful
penis. I had only seen two other totally nude men, my dad and Hugh.
Earl, like my husband had been circumcised, and it made his penis look a
little funny to me. Where the skin had been cut away it was a smoky red
color, but the rest of his shaft was very black. And I think his scrotum
was even darker. When I washed his sex parts he got an erection, and he
tried to put it in me. He lifted me and tried to slide me down on his
very tumescent organ, but it hurt and he had to stop. He wanted to lube
his organ with soap and try again, but I stopped him. I did not want any
soap in there. It can be irritating.

That night the sex was the best. Earl took a long time with his
foreplay, vowing he was going to make sure I had an orgasm. Well, he
tried very hard, and every thing he did felt very good. After he
softened he used his tongue down there, and in less than a minute I had
a roaring orgasm.

I felt so good lying there with Earl, and he felt the same way. Soon he
had another erection, and after a long good-night kiss he whispered in
my ear, "Can I park my car in your garage again tonight, and go to sleep
that way? I promise I won't dump a load in you."

I raised my leg and helped him enter, and then I whispered. "Do anything
you want. I am all yours. I have a towel here tonight."

That night I awakened later, feeling Earl's potent organ gently moving
inside me. Soon I felt the warmth of his semen when he ejaculated. I
squeezed his hand to let him know I knew what he was doing. I was asleep
before he withdrew from me.

Friday evening we attended a banquet for the exhibitors. We were seated
in a terrible place by the kitchen door, and behind a pillar. I think we
were the last guests served. We were just ignored. I think it was
because Earl was black and I was white. I also received many unfriendly
glares from the men. There were a few other black men there, and at
least one black couple. I think they were all treated better than us. We
retreated to the sanctuary of our room as soon as we had eaten. We did
stop in the casino for a drink. No one stared at us there.

Saturday afternoon attendance dwindled, and we were able to pack up our
exhibit quickly. By seven o'clock everything was ready to be hauled away.

Earl took me to dinner at a place that was almost exclusively black. It
was a new experience for me. I did not see any white couples there, but
there were several white women with black men. I did not have to endure
the stares we usually received at meal time. After dinner we moved to
the dance area and we danced for an hour or so. Earl was not much of a
dancer, and he seemed glad to have me dance with other men. I enjoyed
dancing, and all the men were so friendly. It was a nice evening.

Since we did not have to awaken so early Sunday we took our time
retiring for the night. Earl was so sweet and loving. He does knows how
to please a woman, and does it so completely. That had to be the best
sex I have ever had. Earl made sure I was well satisfied in all ways.
What a wonderful man.

We always talked openly and intimately about our feelings and our
relationship, but that last evening we discussed things that opened my
eyes about black men. Earl had already told me that he had sexual
relations with three other white women when he was in college, but now
he told me more:

"When I was in high school we guys used to talk and dream about having
sex with the white girls, bu most of us never did. The goal for most of
us was to make a white girl pregnant. Don't ask me why. I guess we just
like to show that we can make black babies in white women. When I
finally got to fuck white women in college I always had to use a condom.
I am so glad I did not have to use them with you. I can't explain why,
but being able to squirt my seed into you is a real turn-on. Even doing
it while you are sleeping gives me such unbelievable feelings, and I am
able to really unload so much. I am sorry to do it that way, bu it is so
mind-boggling."

Earl had "parked in my garage," as he termed it, every night, and that
last night was no exception. I slept so soundly, probably due to the
intense pleasure he had given me earlier, and I did not awaken that night.

In the morning we did not have to get up so early so we lay in bed
loving and talking for a long time. He told me that he really liked his
nighttime ejaculations in me after I was asleep. "All sex with you is
really the best, but those when you are asleep are especially good. I
get to keep my 'plug' in you longer, and it keeps all those seeds from
leaking out. I think that just thinking about the possibility that my
seed could be doing its thing in you heightens the intense feelings."
His words were scary, but I tried not to think about such things. Yet
what he said did cause some unwanted chills and feelings in me. Heaven
knows he did put a lot of seed in me, but I did not think all those
tail-wagging swimmers would have any success in their search, but the
thought did cause some emotional feelings that come from taboo thoughts.
I tried not to think about pregnancy, but that subject always lingered
in the background all during our affair. I hate to admit it, but that
pregnancy fear undoubtedly enhanced all our sexual couplings.

After a leisurely late breakfast we took our last shower together. Earl
wanted to have sex with me again. He carried me back to our bed, but I
kept my legs tightly together. No more fingers or other foreign objects
were welcome down there. I told Earl that I did not want to take that
airplane flight with his semen leaking out of me to add to the discomfort.

Earl had hinted several times that he would like to have me give him
oral sex. I do not care to have a penis in my mouth. I had done it a few
times on my husband, but he always withdrew before he ejaculated. I can
recall only one time when he spilled his semen on my mouth and face
because he waited too long. I did not like it. Well, when Earl stood
alongside the bed with his egregious erection and that pleading look he
did not have to tell me what he wanted. Without a word I took his
magnificent symbol of manhood into my mouth. I had mixed feelings about
asking him not to ejaculate in my mouth. He was enjoying it so much, and
he had given me oral sex a few times, that I did not say anything. It
did take a long time, and although he had emptied himself in me a couple
hours earlier he just kept squirting and squirting as I attempted to
keep from swallowing that copious quantity of semen. I did manage to
spit out most of it, but it is impossible to get all of that snotty
stuff out.

One interesting thing that I remember is that his semen had a garlic
odor. Later I mentioned it to him. He recalled putting a lot of garlic
sauce on his spaghetti at our Saturday supper. I guess that was the
source. I wonder if such things like that do affect semen.

Earl drove me home from the airport. He carried my things in and he had
a chat with my husband while I was in the bathroom. They both did a lot
of laughing, but as soon as I returned the talk ceased, but not the
laughter.

After Earl left the questions began. The first question of course was
"how many times did he fuck you?" (My husband disputes that. He claims
he asked me first if I had a good time). I answered most of his probing
and intimate questions truthfully, but not all. I had to lie about a few
things. I did not want to hurt my husband's ego too much.

I had to go back to work the next day. I received many sly looks from my
coworkers all day. I don't know what kind of rumors were flying, but I
can imagine. No one at work actually asked me if I had sex with Earl,
but I know some of the women were eager to hear some intimate details. I
think most white women have entertained thoughts of having sex with a
black man, and like to hear about such things from women who have
experienced it. Earl and I had agreed to tell everyone that we stayed in
different hotels. I don't know if anyone believed us, and I really did
not care.

We had so much office work to do that I had to work almost two hours
extra that first day back. Earl drove me home. When he walked me to the
door Hugh invited him in for coffee. I rushed into the bathroom, and
when I came out I could hear them laughing. I heard Earl say "she really
likes it." My husband said something, but I could not make it out. Next
I heard Earl's reply: "I emptied my 'nuts' in her at least a dozen
times. She really liked it."

When I heard those words I cringed. I had told my husband that we had
only had sex three times on that trip. I knew I was going to hear about
that from my husband, and later I did. I admitted I had fibbed because I
did not want to hurt his feelings by creating the impression I really
liked all that sex. I had already calculated that Earl had probably
inseminated me ten times, not over a dozen times as he had boasted. I
told Hugh that four of those times he did it while I was asleep.

One thing that so many of my coworkers mentioned that first week was
that I looked so nice and fresh, and my demeanor was so much better.
People who had thought I was rather aloof before now made so many
favorable remarks. Everyone seemed to agree that the trip was just what
I needed. I did feel real good, too. Even Hugh remarked about how much
more radiant I was. I know Hugh was better in bed. We had sex the night
I returned, and twice more within the next week.

My period was due about two weeks after our return. My periods had been
regular for several years. Well, no period. Coning back on the plane I
dozed off and awakened with a sudden strange feeling that I was
pregnant. After my period was a week late I knew I was pregnant. In the
early years of our marriage I had missed a period a few times, and I
remember that my doctor had told me that I had probably had my egg
fertilized, but that the fertilize egg did not attach itself and start
growing. I hoped that this was my problem this time.

By the time my period was three weeks late I knew I was pregnant. I was
planning to wait for my next period due date before doing anything, but
I bought a test kit and it confirmed my fears. The next day I called my
doctor and made an appointment for the next week. The next morning, a
Saturday, I told my husband. We had already discussed the possibility,
and I really think that Hugh was happy about it. He reiterated that if I
had a baby by Earl that he would accept it as his. That morning he
suggested that we could say that we paid for an in vitro fertilization,
but that the doctor had mistakenly put a black man's sperm in the dish
with my egg, and that Hugh's sperm had been used for the black man's
wife. Such things have happened.

I did not feel very good that weekend. I spotted a little Sunday
evening, and I contemplated staying home Monday, but I went to work anyway.

I had been at my desk for about an hour when I got the worst cramp and
sharp pain in my abdomen that I had ever had. Hugh was away on a
business trip, so I was alone. I practically crawled out into the main
office area before I doubled over. Someone called 911. The paramedics
correctly diagnosed that I was pregnant, and within 20 minutes I was in
the hospital.

When I awakened my husband was there with the doctor. "That sperm was
sure anxious to attack your egg," said the doctor. "It didn't even wait
for the egg to get into the tube. It hooked up with your egg right at
the ovary."

I learned more later. The doctor said it was very rare to have a tubal
pregnancy at the ovary, but that is what had happened. The egg had
started growing right there. My ovary had to be removed.

Earl cut short his business trip and visited me the next day. When I
told him what the doctor had said about that anxious sperm cell meeting
my egg where it did he had an explanation. "I'll bet you didn't tell the
doctor that it was a black man's sperm that did it. If you would have
told him he would not have been so surprised. Most doctors know that
black sperm are stronger, swim faster and live longer than white men's
sperm." Maybe he is correct. I do not know about such things.

Earl also offered his theory of how I became pregnant. He claimed that
he impregnated me when he inseminated me while I was sleeping. "After I
shot my seed into your pussy I kept my 'love muscle' in there so the
seeds couldn't leak out. My seeds had a better shot to get up inside
you." he told me that his wife got pregnant the same way. Maybe it did
happen that way. Who knows?

I returned to work the following week. The office was abuzz with rumors.
I guess everyone there suspected that Earl was the father of my aborted
pregnancy. I guess he was, but it could have been my husband. We did
have sex the night I returned. Checking back, I had obviously been
ovulating while I was with Earl. Well, I'll never know who did it, but
it does not matter.

I quit my job after another week. I just could not tolerate all the
racist remarks and innuendos. And the following week Earl also quit. He
told Hugh that he felt the pressure to resign, and he had a better job
lined up with a competitor.


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

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