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Jack takes his sweet wife Jan on a BDSM escapade far beyond her wildest fantasies.

9/6/2004

Ever since I put away the last freshly washed and dried dish
from our most recent supper, I have felt a burning need inside
of me. I don't know why I should feel this way except
maybe that He hasn't hurt me in days. We've made
love. We've been close in all of the other ways we know.
But He hasn't hurt me - and the need in me has grown steadily
until now, standing here alone in my kitchen in front of
the sparkling clean and empty sink, I find that my legs and
arms are trembling slightly, and my belly quakes with butterflies
and tension.
<br>

What I wouldn't do to be alone with Him now! To be able
to tell Him of my need. To be able to see the fire begin to burn
in His eyes as He begins to understand and plan His pleasure
with me.
<br>

But the children are there in the living room with Him - watching
a video tape of an old favorite movie that Jack and I approve
of. "War Games." My little girl doesn't
mind it, even enjoys some of the things that happen in the
movie. But my son loves it. He loves the games, the computer,
the war simulations. A hawk in a home of doves, yet He is my
son and I love to see Him enjoying something and being able
to discuss it with us afterwards.
<br>

And we do, you know, discuss the movies, and the books, and
the plays we expose our children to. And in discussing these
things with our children, we learn about them in ways they
could never suspect - things we would never have guessed.
<br>

But as long as the children are there, my need will continue
to burn inside of me like a ember glowing hotly, eating away
at me, searing me.
<br>

I steady myself, with a foolish smile on my face. "Get
a grip, Janis, " and it's almost enough to wake
me. I've been drifting, as usual, while doing the dishes.
It takes no thought to wash dishes and because of the way
I felt inside, the water in which I did the dishes was a little
hotter than usual - enough to make my fingers and palms tingle
with the heat each time I dipped them into it. The feeling
of heat, the feeling of the pain, sent me drifting off into
day dreams about night things - and my body responded by
getting hungry in spite of the fine food we had just eaten.
<br>

"Get a grip", and I moved slowly into the living
room to join my family in their appreciation of a fine art.
But the steadiness left me the moment I saw my Husband sitting
comfortably in His recliner. I took a quick glance at the
children, smiling to each in turn as they caught my eye,
but then I locked eyes with my Husband for a moment and, I
think, He caught the hesitation in my mood.
<br>

"I wish you had let us help you with the dishes, Janis, "
He said. I tossed off my usual refrain to that suggestion
and went over to His chair, sitting on the floor in front
of Him, with my back pressed up back against His chair between
His legs. The children took no notice - mommy wasn't
someone who always sat on the couch or chairs, she often
played with them or sat with them on the floor.
<br>

As we watched the movie, I found myself taking Jack's
shoes off and massaging His feet one at a time almost absently.
I knew He liked for me to do that - He spends a lot of time on
His feet at work and has often either soaked His feet in the
evenings, or sat there massaging them Himself. He noted
my efforts in a quiet way, leaning forward slightly to run
His fingers through my hair and massaging my scalp the way
I like for Him to do.
<br>

I guess I must have uttered a little groan - and when I opened
my eyes, I saw my little girl looking at me and smiling. I
could feel the heat of an instant blush prickling my ears
as I shook myself back to the moment.
<br>

"Hmmm, that feels GOOD, hon. Thank you." Talking
to Jack, I was really talking to the children. I was embarrassed
that I had unintentionally made myself known to them that
way.
<br>

"For me too, Janis. But don't quit now."
I realized I had stopped kneading His feet the moment I'd
groaned so I resumed my attentions to Him hoping to shake
myself loose of this feeling before too long.
<br>

I really can't tell you what I did for the next half hour
or so. I don't remember doing anything consciously
except to now and then squeeze my Husband's feet a bit
during the movie. But whatever happened, consciously
or unconsciously, He knew that I wasn't comfortable
- and why.
<br>

Twenty minutes before the end of the movie, Jack looked
over at the children for a moment and then reached down and
cup my neck in His hands. Slowly, He massaged my shoulders
lightly by running His hands along the tops of my shoulders.
Once, twice, He passed His fingers lightly across them
and my skin tingled with instant goose flesh at Their passage.
<br>

I glanced over at the children and knew that they were still
engrossed in the video when I felt Jack's fingers grip
my neck and begin to tighten ever so slightly. My heartbeat
jumped several beats when He increased the pressure slowly
but persistently and when I felt the pressure begin to hamper
my breathing - I closed my eyes and lowered my head slightly
in His grip.
<br>

It was enough. It was enough to tell Him exactly what kind
of a mood I was in and the pressure disappeared slowly and
I felt His hands come to rest on my shoulders.
<br>

"Janis, we need to get the tax papers together for
the weekend. Would you mind going through the monthly files
and organizing the bills for me tonight? I can do some of
the accounting after work tomorrow if you can give me the
numbers to crunch."
<br>

The children weren't paying any attention to us. The
computer was running war simulations, and the nuclear
bombs were about to knock out bases in Alaska and Nebraska
- so I twisted my torso around in my sitting position and
looked into His eyes. I didn't think. There was no time
to think. But in the manner I had always had when hearing
a request from the Man I loved, I said "Sure, hon. Do
you want to show me how you want me to organize the files for
You?"
<br>

"I'll be right back, " Jack said to the
children. I turned and rose to my feet and followed Him down
to the basement where the filing cabinet containing our
bills, and papers was.
<br>

"Don't say a word, " He said to me. And I
obeyed.
<br>

All of a sudden, I wished I'd taken a bath earlier, or
that I'd worn something different, or that I'd
in some way prepared myself for the possibility I had hoped
for so avidly. But I hadn't.
<br>

I stood in the room without moving, without saying anything.
<br>

"You have a need tonight, don't you, Janis?"
I didn't answer Him. I knew I wasn't supposed to.
It was a rhetorical question and all He needed to do was look
into my eyes to know the truth of His statement. "I'll
bet you think that because the children are upstairs watching
television that you won't have to undergo any loving
tonight. That's a shame, Jan, you couldn't be
more wrong. I'm sure we can accommodate your need without
disturbing the children."
<br>

"Spread your feet."
<br>

He came to me, standing to my side, and He pushed his hand
down into the waistband of my jeans forcing His fingers
down and over my mons. Without moving aside the material
of my panties, He pushed the flat of His finger up on the material
forcing it between my labia and I looked into His face as
His finger pushed the material against my clitoris.
<br>

"Does massaging My feet make you this wet, Janis?"
I could feel the blush spread across my face again but I said
nothing.
<br>

He withdrew His hand from my pants and lifting His fingers
to His nose, He made a show of taking a sniff - making me uncomfortable
again - and said "You really do smell hot tonight,
Jan. Really hot."
<br>

He went over to the desk and pulled the office chair out for
Himself. Sitting back in it, He told me to slowly take off
my shoes and pants - but to leave the panties and blouse on.
I did as He asked. Enjoying greatly the feelings running
through me and hoping the same kind of hunger was beginning
to grow inside of Him. I took my shoes off first - then I slipped
off my jeans. I roughly folded the jeans up and placed them
on the floor next to me, shoes on top. I stood there for a moment,
not knowing what to do with my hands, and waited for Him to
tell me what He wanted me to do.
<br>

"Just hold your hands at your sides and turn slowly
for me, " He said, and I complied knowing that the
sight of me like this always turned Him on. I've seen
Him look at art in the same way He looks at me. As though the
looking alone satisfies a need in Him. Slowly, I turned
a little and stopped, turned a little more and stopped.
Again and again I would move, stop and pose for Him. Letting
Him see me from every aspect like this made me feel good inside
too. I knew from my talks with other women that few men seemed
to appreciate their wives as much as Jack appreciated me.
<br>

For His part, I've often asked Him to do the same for
me. I too, enjoyed watching His body standing or sitting,
laying or moving this way and that.
<br>

"Put your ankle and wrist cuffs on, Janis."
<br>

And though I always preferred for Him to do this to me, I did
what I was told.
<br>

From my most distant memories, I'd always tied myself
up in various ways to experience bondage when there was
no one in my life to do these things to me. It never failed
to turn me on. It never failed to satisfy on some level the
cravings inside of me.
<br>

But the moment I had someone else to bind me, binding myself
lost much of its magic. Just Jack's touch on my wrist
before adding the leather, or the rope, or the metal cuff
could send me into a swoon.
<br>

And always, the first touch of the material that would hold
me made me weak and defenseless. I remembered again the
first time that Jack had hesitantly taken one of His neckties
and looped it loosely around my wrist. He had hesitated,
looking at me deeply to see if this was really what I wanted,
and what He saw had shocked Him. The touch of the material
had transformed me so completely that I actually LOOKED
different to Him.
<br>

And inside, I felt completely different. The touch of the
silk had turned me into a slave inside; it was a feeling that
I relished.
<br>

I took the leather cuffs out of the drawers of the chest we'd
stored in the basement for the purpose of holding our bondage
supplies. It was an old, cedar four drawer clothes chest
that served our purposes well - and could be locked up so
the children couldn't get into it.
<br>

Sitting down on the floor in front of my Husband, I first
put the thicker, wider leather cuffs around each ankle,
tightening them securely in place. Then with a little more
difficulty, I placed the leather cuffs around my wrists
and tightened them too.
<br>

Getting up onto my knees, I turned myself around so that
I was kneeling sideways to Jack and I sat back on my ankles
and laid my body down over my lap, putting my face sideways
on the floor as I crossed my wrists in the small of my back.
In this position of submission, I waited.
<br>

Jack got up out of His chair, going over to the chest of drawers
and opening up the bottom drawer. My heart jumped - the bottom
drawer held many of the paddles with which He had beaten
me in the past. Then I saw Him withdraw one of the longer,
heavier paddles - almost the size of a cricket bat - and when
He slid the drawer closed and came walking over to me, I felt
the first real tinges of fear deep inside of me.
<br>

Jack walked around behind me where I couldn't see Him.
<br>

"Don't move." That was all He said. And
I didn't. I waited and I waited. I could feel Him watching
me, but I heard nothing but the loudness of my own heartbeat
and the susurration of my own breathing.
<br>

When I felt the first rustle of His clothing, I almost physically
braced myself against the expected impact - but the impact
didn't come. From the sounds I heard, I thought Jack
might have gotten down to the floor behind me, but I couldn't
tell. When I felt the touch of His hand smoothing the material
of my panties over the mounds of my buttocks, I moaned out
loud with the sensation that His touch brought me. In a circular
motion, He moved His hands over both hemispheres of my bottom,
giving me pleasure and warming my body. When He slipped
his hands under me to feel my pussy - I felt myself actually
oozing fluids into my panties.
<br>

"Pick your bottom up for me."
<br>

Without moving my knees, or my face, I straightened my legs
raised my bottom up into the air and exposing my rump for
Jack's pleasure, and the touch of the paddle. Again
the rustling of clothes, but this time the rustling obviously
moved away from me.
<br>

"You will stay there until I return", He said
and then walked past me out the door and up the stairs to the
first floor.
<br>

I had been ready for anything. I had dreaded anything. I
had wanted everything. And He had simply LEFT ME HERE!!!
<br>

I obeyed Him though. I stayed exactly as He had left me. Not
because I was afraid of what He might do or think if He returned
to find me in another position - but because I loved Him and
wanted to do anything He told me to do as part of my fantasy
and lovestyle.
<br>

I help my position, feeling the chill on my labia as the wet
material of my panties cooled and dried in the air of our
basement. Wanting very badly to touch myself there, I fought
the need with every fiber of my being. I am not allowed to
touch myself EVER without His permission and I had not broken
that rule for quite a while now. I was learning discipline
at His hands, and I was beginning to appreciate the joy that
such deprivation could bring me.
<br>

When He returned about fifteen minutes later, He picked
up the paddle quickly and walked over to me without preamble.
<br>

"Cross your ankles, Jan, and spread your knees as
far as you can. Good. Now put your arms through between your
thighs and grip your ankles."
<br>

When I got my hands close to my ankles, He snapped the rings
of my wrist cuffs together to my ankle cuffs locking me into
this butt upright exposed position. When He stood back
up, I knew my waiting was coming to an end.
<br>

"Do you have to go to the bathroom?", He asked.
For just a moment, I hesitated thinking that I really SHOULD
have gone first and so, in spite of my desire to be here doing
this, I said "Yes" meekly.
<br>

"Tough shit!" He retorted abruptly and at that
moment I heard the loud swish of the paddle just a split second
before I felt the power of the impact on my bottom.
<br>

"Ahhh!" Unintentionally, I found myself rolling
over onto my side with the pain of the impact. Unbelievable
pain seared through me as the wood struck and it was all I
could do not to scream out loud.
<br>

I could never have expected this! With the children awake
and only a floor away I surely didn't expect my Husband
to hit me so hard and so painfully. I found myself whimpering
instantly over the pain and discomfort but the moment passed
quickly.
<br>

"Stay right there. I'll take care of the children
and be back in a little while. Tonight, Jan, I'm going
to give you exactly what you want." And off He went.
<br>

Time passes slowly when I'm bound and throbbing from
a paddle strike..... But I love the feeling of it all....
<br>

When He returned an hour or more later, He found me still
lying on my side on the carpeted floor. I had, after a fashion,
napped lightly going in and out of a sleep reality dream
sequence in which I was beaten repeatedly by Him who had
captured me.
<br>

Jack unsnapped my wrists from my ankles and helped me to
slowly stand up. I was a little cramped up because of my tightly
bound position for so long, but my muscles responded correctly
to all of the orders my brain sent, and I found myself standing
before my Husband, hands at my sides, as He began to unbutton
my blouse.
<br>

The lethargy of my rest began to leave me quickly. And now
that I was standing, the muscles of my buttocks echoed mildly
with the throbbing pain they'd known only recently.
I was still wet down under. Even in my napping, I had continued
to flow with the juices of excitement that my bonds engendered.
<br>

Slipping my blouse off my shoulders, Jack undressed me
slowly like a loving parent taking care of a pre-school
child. And I, with my head bowed forward, allowed my body
to be bared at His whim. He unfastened my bra and as He pushed
the straps over my shoulders, I shrugged the garment off
for Him and saw Him place it on the pile of clothes on the floor
next to us.
<br>

The panties He left on me. He has told me before that in many
ways He found me as erotically attractive with clothes
as without and sometimes He would ask me to keep various
articles of clothing on even as we made soft love in bed.
I knew this kind of teasing to be very effective on Him and
so I catered to it at every opportunity.
<br>

He moved to the center of the room where the pulleys and ropes
of our suspension devices were centered. Crooking a finger
in my direction, He motioned me over with his digit and when
I came to His side, He positioned me under the pulleys in
the way He liked best.
<br>

"Sit." The command told me how I would be suspended
- basically. If I were to be suspended upright, He would
simply have lowered the ropes and snaps and affixed them
to my wrists. Having to sit under the pulleys meant that
He would suspend me in an inverted position, raising my
feet off the floor first and raising my body upward that
way.
<br>

When He pulled the ropes down through the side-placed pulleys
above us, I knew that I wouldn't be held simply straight
up. He affixed the snaps onto the rings of my leather ankle
cuffs and I knew I would be suspended with my legs spread.
The paddle had not been put away, so my body began to tremble
with the real fear of the pain that was to come.
<br>

Moving behind me, He snapped my wrist cuffs together and
told me to lay down. I did so, reclining back onto my cuffed
wrists, arching my back to accommodate them. My legs splayed
out in front of me, I watched Jack pick up the remote control
for the pulley motors and I heard the whirr of the motors
begin as the ropes began to inch their way back up toward
the ceiling, through the eyes of the pulleys, and to the
sides of the room where the winch motor was located.
<br>

I smiled inwardly as I remembered the way Jack and my son
had come down here in the beginning to put the pulley system
in together. And later, when He and my oldest boy used the
winch to raise our son's go cart up off the floor in order
to work on its underside "like the real garages do",
I had been impressed by my Husband's ability to cover
our activities with plausible explanations.
<br>

I felt the tug on my ankles as the ropes took up the slack and
my feet began to rise toward the ceiling. When my legs were
up high enough to begin lifting my bottom from the floor,
Jack stepped in behind me and lifted my torso upward as my
legs rose. I could feel the extra pull on my groin and crotch
as my legs went higher and were split by the separating pulleys,
exposing me and forcing my body to uncover its secrets.
<br>

Jack let my shoulders go gently as my body rose high enough
and I felt myself dangling at the ends of the ropes still
rising from the floor. When I was high enough, He stopped
the motors and I hung there waiting for His next pleasure.
<br>

Taking the bolts from a box on the desk, Jack began to screw
the big eye-bolts into holes He had made in the flooring
earlier. This the one thing we could leave in the floor all
of the time, the bolts had to be removed after every session
because they were a hazard and because we hadn't been
able to come up with an explanation for their presence to
the children.
<br>

It took Him only a few moments to place them into the floor
and when He was done, He unfastened my wrists and attached
specially made elastic bands from each wrist to each of
the floor bolts. Then, using the winch once more, He raised
my legs even higher so that any slack in the elastic bands
would be taken up and I would actually be stretched in all
four directions at once in a giant human X shape.
<br>

If I pulled with all of my strength, I could pull on my wrists
for only an inch or two, that's how tight the bands were.
Yet, the pull was not overly painful to my joints and my legs
were in superb shape and my weight and the added pull of the
bands didn't bother them at all.
<br>

With my body stretched out before Him, Jack began to consider
His next move. I knew that most of this was an act - I think
He always knew exactly what He wanted to do before He started.
It was a trait I had seen in Him in many aspects of our life.
He planned things out in advance, then could adapt as the
situation changed. But He never started anything He didn't
know how He was going to proceed.
<br>

So I waited and looked at Him from my strange vantage point,
slightly twisting in my bonds in order to alleviate some
of my inner tension - and in some way excite some of that same
tension in Him. He enjoyed watching my body flex this way
and that - that's what He always told me - and I liked
doing anything that made Him feel good.
<br>

Kneeling down in front of my torso, Jack put His arms around
my upper body and pulled me to Himself as He covered my breasts
with kisses and light bites. He needn't have bothered,
I was already as ready as my body could be but the love bites
on my tender flesh sent shivers of pleasure through me.
<br>

Concentrating for a little while on my nipples, Jack first
pulled at them with His lips - sucking each in turn for a few
seconds to make them as tall as possible - then He bit down
on them, with some pressure, making me cry out slightly
with the desired pain. Twice, He bit each of my nipples with
enough force to make me cry out. I realized as I did so that
He was gauging the pressure of His bite and its effect by
my reaction. If I had been able to keep my silence, the strength
of His bite would be greater.
<br>

And I was ashamed to admit to myself that I wouldn't
find myself holding back my reactions to get more pain.
At least not yet.
<br>

Rising to His feet, Jack rubbed His hand across my belly
in a circular motion that He knew I loved so much. With a relaxing,
warming sensation, His touch eased the memory of the pain
on my nipples though they still tingled with the memory
of His teeth pinching them tightly.
<br>

He raised both of His hands to my legs then rubbing the outside,
front and back of them up and down from mid-calf to hip and
back. I think He savored the feel of my skin and it was as pleasant
for Him as it was for me. I loved the way His hands would warm
the skin they touched and move on. It was a feeling so reassuring
I couldn't imagine ever living without it again.
<br>

When His hands moved to the inside of my legs and slowly worked
their way up and down (going slightly lower each time the
moved downward) I felt the teasing beginning to drive me
over the edge. Even without Him touching my pussy, I felt
myself climb to the plateau of sexual tension that would
inevitably result in orgasm. Up and up I went as His hands
went down and down on me. When He finally did put one of His
hands flat across my panty- covered lips, I arched my back
and strained every muscle in my legs, clenching myself
up against His hand, desperate to increase the pressure
of His touch.
<br>

His chuckle at my frustration brought a smile to my face
too, but I didn't speak. I hadn't been given permission
to do so and I wouldn't do so until told I could.
<br>

"Ok, my little cheating slut, (ever since Harry had
had me, Jack had used that word in our love making to goad
me on), you asked for it."
<br>

And with that, He picked up the heavy paddle once more and
walked around to my left side. Standing with His feet straddling
the elastic band holding my left arm stretched to the floor
behind Him, Jack put the paddle gently against my bottom
gauging the distance and angles involved, then He pulled
back and was (I thought) about to take a swing at me when He
abruptly stopped and said "Oh, sorry, forgot something."
<br>

Then He showed me the gag and told me to open my mouth and spoke
again. "Wouldn't want the children to hear,
now, would we?" He even had a smile on His face - something
that now I found frightening from the Man I once thought
too gentle to slap me across the face let alone beat me with
a wooden paddle!
<br>

The soft rubber ball filled my mouth and effectively stopped
me from voicing any protests, or sounds of pain. It didn't
take Him long; He had grown expert in applying this device
to my body, and He was up and standing ready again when I took
my last free and easy breath and turned my head away from
Him so that I wouldn't have to see the first impact coming.
<br>

I jerked involuntarily when He again touched me gently
with the cool wood of the paddle, and when the touch stopped,
I braced myself for the imminent pain.
<br>

THWACK!
<br>

The pain was not as great as it had been the first time He had
struck me tonight. Or is it that I was much more prepared
for the pain and in much greater excitation? Though the
impact on my bottom actually pushed me forward in my bonds
with its force, the pain of the first hit was surprisingly
easy to assimilate. I was marvelling at the apparent discrepancy
in what I expected and what I received when the second impact
flamed my behind. A third, and a fourth came rapidly in succession
and washed away all thoughts of how easy I seemed to be getting
off.
<br>

The pain filled me. Washed over and through me. Made me clench
every muscle in my body in the hopes of unfocusing my attention
from my bottom where all of the hurt was centered. He hit
me ten times. Ten times as inexorable as any punishment
I had ever felt. Not nine times, not eleven times. Though
I hadn't counted the swings, I could immediately recall
and describe each and every one of them. Ten swats of a heavy
wooden paddle that had shocked and hurt me - and had sent
me right into the first of my night's orgasms with four
swats to spare.
<br>

How shameful I felt! Again, pain had given me physical,
sexual release in ways I could never explain. And no matter
how painful, every stroke that came after the beginning
of my orgasm brought pure pleasure to me. Unbelievable
that pain could so be transmuted into pleasure, but it was
happening to me again and again at my Husband's touch.
<br>

My eyes clenched tightly shut, I never heard Jack move until
I felt His hand on my sex. Slipping His fingers under the
material of my panties, I felt Him touch my clitoris holding
His finger there, waiting. I felt another reflexive spasm
of pleasure hurtle through me and I knew that He now knew
what I knew. His finger could sense the pulsations of my
orgasm as clearly as though I were telling Him of my pleasure.
<br>

"Very nice, Janis, very nice."
<br>

Walking back to the dresser, I could hear Jack putting the
paddle back in the bottom drawer, and heard Him rummaging
around looking for something. When He returned to me, He
stood in front of me and I saw the short leather thonged whip
He had fashioned for me out of leather shoe laces. I quivered
with the memory of the feel of that instrument against my
skin. The thongs, thin and cut out of leather hide, were
square cut so that each thong had four edges with which to
bite into my skin. Of all of the whips that Jason and I had
found, bought, or made - this one was the only one that stung
and left marks each time we used it. Lightly, or forcefully,
the edges always seemed to redden the skin and if used too
forcefully, could cut the skin.
<br>

I watched Him as He drew the thongs through His left hand,
and I wondered where He would touch me with His new toy.
<br>

I didn't have too long to ponder. With my sopping panties
my only cover and defense, I saw Him raise the whip and bring
it gently down between my legs onto my pussy. There was not
enough strength in my arms or legs to fight against the pull
of the elastic bands and gravity and all I could do was flex
my thigh muscles and twist my wrists and ankles in their
restraints as I felt the leather trace across me. No pain,
just the touch.
<br>

The next time He brought the whip down He wasn't as gentle
and I felt one of the thongs bite into the soft area between
my labia and my leg. Still, the force was mild and I felt the
surge of sexual tension at my expectations of what I expected
to follow.
<br>

When the whip went up for the third time, I braced myself
inwardly - Jack never warmed up more than twice - and it wasn't
as much of a shock when the whip landed on my body trailing
strands of fire across my labia.
<br>

"Do you like that, Jan? I'm glad, because I have
a real need to take those panties off of you with this......"
<br>

I couldn't believe my ears. For a moment, I think I actually
believed that He was going to tear the panties off my my bottom
with a whip! But rational thought took over and I knew that
no matter how bad it would get, Jack was not the kind of Man
to cut me up with a leather whip.
<br>

The fourth lash of the whip changed my mind! God it hurt!!
<br>

"Let's say ten lashes, my little slut, what do
you say?"
<br>

One, two, three, four, etc. One after another, with equal
force to the last, each of the thongs bit into me on every
strike and when three times, the thongs chanced to find
their way through my spread lips and directly onto my clitoris,
I exploded violently and forcefully with incredible release!

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To be continued.

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