The Master IV
(Rich Men’s Toys) (MFMMFFFFm, cons.)
© 2000
by Abelard

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fuck off. The events depicted in this story are performed strictly in the 
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Fourth in The Master series. The Master, a wealthy, decadent, American 
expatriate, living in Italy, takes his consort, two businessmen, and four 
world class models for a two day cruise on his yacht. Any resemblance to 
supermodels living or dead is purely coincidental.

			THE MASTER IV
RICH MEN’S TOYS

I had seen her pictures often enough in magazines.  She is a world class 
volleyball player and a world class model.  Gabriella Roche.  Very tall, 
very athletic, and voluptuous enough to make you believe in God. Now she was 
on my yacht.

When she came to Rome for a "shoot," I invited her and  three other 
world-class supermodels for a two day cruise from Genoa to Monte Carlo 
aboard my pleasure craft.  The other three were Claudia Shiller, Simone 
Baguette, and Alena Solieri. You have seen them in fashion magazines and 
lingerie catalogues.  I had arranged another modeling session for them in 
Nice, two days hence, and made sure that they were free for the interim. 
This is a relatively easy to do when you are in my position.

Now as Gabriella emerged from her cabin, she joined the other three fully 
endowed supermodels who were relaxing on the afterdeck.  Gabriella was the 
only one wearing both pieces of her bikini.

The four of them were quietly discussing whatever it is that beautiful women 
discuss, while they passed around the sunscreen.  Their magnificent breasts 
glistened in the mid-morning sun.  The heavy udders swayed as they turned 
over or sat up. Even without much makeup the women's faces were crystalline 
in superb contours, and their skins glowed with warm good health.  I watched 
while Gabriella looked around, shrugged, and took off her bikini bra. 
Somewhat smaller chested than the lingerie/figure models, she was 
nevertheless as opulent as a ripe mango.

We had left port an hour ago and were ten miles off the coast of northern 
Italy, cruising slowly toward Monte Carlo, where we would put in the next 
day.  It was just a thirty-six hour holiday for these girls, no pressure, no 
deadlines, and no photographs.

On board my ninety-five footer with the four girls were Nina and I, plus two 
middle-aged male colleagues, and a crew of eight.

I am The Master.

I am also Francois, a simple businessman with the ability to make my own 
life and the lives of those around me a little more pleasurable.

Now, at ten o'clock on that sunny morning, Nina and I were having coffee in 
the main salon, feeling the rhythm of the Mediterranean on a gentle day.  M 
came toward us from his stateroom. (I will call my colleagues merely M and 
G.  They are prominent enough businessmen that their names would be known to 
you, and also to their wives, so you will pardon this small attempt to keep 
them anonymous.)  G came along into the salon soon after M.

"You are well boarded?  Everything satisfactory?"

"Eh, Francois, you know we have been well taken care of," said M.  "Your men 
see to the details, as usual."

The boat carried three stewards, two deck hands, a cook, an engineer, and a 
pilot.  I, of course, am the captain. With this large a party, one of the 
deck hands doubled as a steward.  We were roughing it.

A steward emerged with fresh coffee and croissants.  A second steward, 
Romeo, a strapping  boy of sixteen, passed by with a tray laden with 
lemonade which he offered the girls on deck. Claudia shaded her eyes to look 
up at the boy, swinging her perfect breasts fully in front of her.  She 
smiled at him as she reached for the glass.  He stood straight, then 
realized the bulge in his trousers was betraying him and blushingly tried to 
back his butt through the back of his pants.  He succeeded only in stepping 
back into Alena's magnificent breasts.  In his confusion, he reached back to 
feel what he had bumped into and found himself with a handful of Alena's 
soft flesh.  In almost total disarray, he stammered apologies and fled.  The 
girls teasing "Oh, la, la!" burned his ears.  "Comme tu est mechant, mon 
petit!" sang out Simon (Naughty boy). "Comme tu est beau, mon chou!" 
followed Gabriella. (Beautiful child).

Indeed I had chosen the boy because he was "beau".  Sixteen, strapping, and 
naive. Big, young, and dumb...and gorgeous. Just the mix to suggest mischief 
to the girls. And, I had learned that he had one other qualification for 
this particular cruise. He was a virgin.

G turned to me, "Do you suppose...?"

Nina cut in,  "Oh, I'm sure of it.  If one or more of the girls doesn't 
perform an initiation of some sort for our entertainment, I will personally 
provide it, myself... on the poopdeck."

M chuckled appreciatively.  He knew of Nina's proclivities, and, in fact, 
had fucked her in the ass only a month ago (while his fifteen-year-old 
daughter and I watched from an adjacent bed).

"So, the boy's a virgin?" asked G.

"He is indeed," smiled Nina, "and the girls will know it soon."

G and M grinned appreciatively. "Now, if we can only get them to perform the 
ceremony where we can watch," mused M.

"We are not talking about shy retiring violets here, gentlemen," I reminded 
them.  "These girls are very comfortable with their bodies."

"Yes, but, exposing yourself for the camera, and getting laid in public, 
are, perhaps, two different things, Francois?" sighed G.

"Then we will just have to make it happen," I said.

In fact, I knew that both Claudia and Simone had "performed" for an audience 
before.  With each other.  For me.  The wild card, in more ways than one it 
would turn out, was Gabriella . . . the athlete.

After an excellent lunch of cold crab and champagne, as the afternoon 
heated, the girls wanted to swim.  We were approaching the little barren 
outcroppings off Ligure, so I ordered the zodiac lowered.  While the yacht 
hovered some fifty yards off the little rocky island, I ordered the boy, 
Romeo, to pilot the four beauties to shore.  He was dressed in rolled up 
white canvas pants, with a red bandana tied at his neck.  No shoes, no 
shirt. The girls, of course, were still in their bikini bottoms.

As he helped each of the models into the boat they made very sure to lean 
into him, or fall against him, with the result that four sets of large 
breasts, warm, soft, and well oiled, pressed him seemingly from all sides. 
The girls were all smiles and banter.  “Oooh la la, mon petit, quel grande 
muscles you have.”  “ Alena, come feel how hard his estomach, it is.”  “Ooh, 
a big strong man to command our petit bateau!” (little boat).  “Ayiee, 
Claudia, this Romeo, he can command your petit bateau anytime, eh?”  “Oh, 
non, non, non, ma belle, he has eyes only for Gabriella, you see?”

And indeed, Romeo did seem most attentive to Gabriella.  At six foot three, 
they were about the same height, but he was all sun-dark strapping muscles 
and she was all litheness and supple agility.  She stood beside him, 
smiling, breasts jiggling, as he held the tiller, directing the zodiac to 
the island.

Once there, the girls jumped into the water and began a vigorous splashing 
of everything in sight. Their large tits swayed and bobbled as they jumped 
on each other and tried to lure Romeo into the water with them.  He refused 
to come, so Simone and Alena snuck around to the other side of the dinghy 
and ambushed him from the rear.  They managed to tumble, all three of them, 
into the gentle surf.  Romeo came up spluttering in waist deep water.  
Claudia and Gabriella, who had been conspiring together, made a leap at him 
and dragged him under.

When they came up, Claudia had his bandana and Gabriella had his pants!  
Much whooping and hollering followed and the women played keep-away with 
Romeo’s pants.  It soon became clear that he had not been wearing underpants 
at all.  Romeo got into the spirit of the thing, and lunged for the nearest 
beauty, who happened to be Simone.  He yanked her bikini panties off her as 
she shrieked with delight.  The other three closed in on him in a mock 
attempt to retrieve Simone’s panties, with the result that they all wrestled 
together, and both Claudia and Gabriella were relieved of their remaining 
clothes too.

That left Alena, and suddenly all four of the nude bodies, Romeo, Simone, 
Claudia, and Gabriella, turned on Alena in unison.  Simone and Claudia held 
Alena while Gabby assisted Romeo in removing her panties.  When she was 
nude, Simone and Claudia stood her up and shoved her against Romeo, chest to 
chest.  He embraced her and fell backward with her under the waves. They 
sank out of sight.  There was a pause while the other three looked at each 
other.

Suddenly Romeo shot out of the water with Alena’s legs wrapped tightly 
around his back, her arms around his neck.  He rose high enough that his 
erection was plain to see, wavering just below Alena’s wide open cunt.  As 
he landed on the bottom, she sagged on him and his cock entered her hard, 
fully, and squarely, right up to the hilt.  They both gasped!  Romeo dropped 
Alena and staggered backward in shock.

He had just fucked a woman…hadn’t he?  He did not know what to make of it.  
For her part, Alena felt an incredible warmth and sweetness for the boy.  
She wanted to mother him and fuck him all at the same time.  But Simone and 
Claudia were in high spirits. They teased Alena ”Ooh, ma chou, was it good 
for you, too?” “Mon dieu, but that was a quickie!”

Gabriella, however, was much more solicitous…toward Romeo.  She recognized 
by his reaction that this was a momentous event for him, and she 
instinctively went to him and drew him to her body.  He allowed himself to 
be cuddled, mothered, and petted, and was soon smiling and feeling his oats 
again.

Meanwhile, the yacht had gradually drifted closer to the little island, and 
was now no more than twenty yards off.  The four girls suddenly decided to 
make a swim for the boat, leaving Romeo to find his pants and bring the 
zodiac along.  As they climbed the ladder onto the deck, their sleek nude 
bodies glistened in the late afternoon sun.  Their breasts swayed as they 
reached for the towels the crew was bringing forward.  Giggling among 
themselves, they wrapped in the luxurious towels of fine Egyptian cotton and 
headed for their staterooms.

Romeo had found his pants and struggled into them. As he brought the zodiac 
alongside, he grinned sheepishly while the other crewmembers ribbed him in 
Italian.  They christened him what translates into English as “Johnny One 
Note,” or “One-stroke Johnny.”  The last we saw of him he was disappearing 
into the crew’s quarters, both embarrassed and happy (and probably very 
horny).

At seven, all the guests gathered in the salon for cocktails.  M and G, my 
two business friends, lounged in open necked dress shirts and slacks.  I was 
a bit more formal in an ascot, but no jacket.  Nina had wrapped her 
magnificent 40 year old body in a diaphanous bit of white silk which slung 
off one shoulder like a sarong but followed the contours of her opulent 
figure at every curve.  In her strapped “fuck-me” shoes she stood over six 
feet, almost as tall as I was.

Gabriella, of course, was six foot three in her sandals.  She was dressed in 
a slinky little slit skirt number, in black silk, and when she moved it was 
obvious that she wore no bra. Simone, and Alena were wearing two piece 
outfits, cut off tops with bare midriffs and hiphugging long pants cut three 
or four inches below the navel  Claudia had a similar top with a skirt…if 
you could call it a skirt at all.  It was so brief that it was impossible 
for her to keep from flashing her lacy panties at almost every move…not that 
she was trying to.  Claudia had apparently decided to be as slutty as 
possible, just for the fun of it.

The cocktails, Dom Perignon, caviar, and assorted hors d’oeuvres flowed 
freely, served by the crew in tuxedo shirts, black bow ties, tight fitting 
white jackets, etc.  The guests mixed and mingled, wandering now and again 
out onto the afterdeck, beside the hot-tub, as we watched the sunset.  I saw 
M and Gabriella off behind the hot-tub on the fantail. They were engaged in 
some conspiratorial whispering. She looked shocked at first, but then 
grinned and nodded.

At another point Gabriella held us all intrigued as she discussed the life 
of an international volleyball player and a particular beach competition 
that she and her partner, Gunhild Asmussen, had won two weeks earlier.  We 
were standing around on the afterdeck, and Simone wanted to know the correct 
motions for spiking, whether with bent wrist or stiff.  Gabriella began 
tossing a small beachball up and, without actually jumping, taking her body 
through the motions of a spike, much like a tennis serve.  As she reached up 
on tiptoe and pretended to drive the ball down at Simone, Gabriella seemed 
to tower ten feet tall.  Simone giggled and cringed as if fearing that 
Gabriella was really going to slam the ball at her. When she understood the 
motions, she asked Gabby to give her a “set-up”.

As Gabby tossed the ball up, Simone jumped at it and drove it down hard onto 
the deck where it bounced into the sea.  The process of the jump however, 
made Simon’s cutoff top fly up and revealed to all that she was wearing 
nothing under it.  Her magnificent breasts flew up and bounced on her chest, 
and the top got caught on her left nipple, which remained exposed when she 
came to a stop.  “Ooopsy,” she said gaily, grinning at the assembled 
company…and taking her time about covering up.

Nina and M applauded.  “Brava, Simone!”  “Well struck, my girl!”  “Now 
that’s what I call a proper volleyball uniform!”  Gabby laughed and said, 
“Perhaps we should apply to the rules committee.  They are insisting on 
those little spandex bikini bottoms for the female players.  Maybe they 
should consider open cut-off tops, too!….Well, then again, maybe 
not…especially if many of the pros were built like Simone…oof!”

So it went until dinner was called about 9pm.  We all assembled in the main 
salon, which had been set for the meal. After appetizers and a cold soup, we 
dined leisurely on excellently prepared quail, venison, and a turbot 
soufflé, along with a variety of greens in a salad, and a rice pilaf with 
pignola.  The fresh baked crusty breads came to us right from the ship’s 
ovens. I had, of course also laid in an adequate supply of Clarets, 
Montrechats, and both red and white Riojas to complement each course.  The 
models ate surprisingly heartily, without even hinting that they would have 
to pay for the indulgence later.  Following a dessert of mousse and fruit, 
we all repaired to the afterdeck for brandy.

As the billions of stars loomed seemingly close enough to touch, and the 
warm Mediterranean breeze wafted over the boat, Alena and Simone began to 
sway to the rhythm of the quiet samba coming over the stereo system. Alena 
wiggled her way over to M, Simone to G, and invited them to dance.  The two 
middle aged tycoons rose and began the steps to the beat, holding the 
beauties lightly, maintaining the classically prescribed space between their 
bodies.  Clearly they had had the approved Arthur Murray training in the 
Samba.  The girls followed the steps effortlessly for a minute or two and 
then, with a wink at each other, they suddenly broke into a much more “dirty 
dancing” version.  They rubbed lasciviously against the gentlemen, brushing 
their full chests back and forth on the men’s stomachs. They drove their 
pelvises against the men, and did a bump and grind.  They turned tail and 
backed their fannies into the men’s crotches.

Claudia approached the chairs where Nina and I sat, and, instead of asking 
me to dance she reached for Nina’s hand.  Nina had taken off her shoes, but 
as she rose she was still considerably taller than Claudia.  As they moved 
to the open area, Nina’s body simmered in her clingy white silk.  She swung 
Claudia around to face her, and in one motion stripped Claudia of her short 
short skirt and her sexy panties.  Claudia was now nude from the breasts 
down, with the top held out by the size of her luscious full tits. The two 
women closed on each other and swayed together, the younger woman looking up 
into Nina’s face with passion.  Slowly Nina cupped Claudia’s face in her 
hands and lowered her lips to Claudia’s. They kissed deeply, still swaying 
to the music, and Nina slid her hands down Claudia’s back and wrapped them 
around Claudia’s buttocks, pulling her tight against her body.

Just at that point, Romeo came out on deck with another bottle of liqueur.  
He stopped, transfixed by the sight of Claudia and Nina.  Almost from behind 
him, Gabriella appeared, and, gently relieving him of the bottle, stepped 
around him and placed her left hand on his shoulder, and extended her right, 
still clutching his right hand.  He had no choice but to start dancing with 
her.  Although he didn’t know the steps, it was enough for him to rock back 
and forth in time to the samba, while Gabby performed the intricate steps in 
front of him.  As the song ended, Gabby pulled his shoulder forward and to 
the side, forcing him to dip her. He stepped one leg between her legs and 
his groin pressed into her hip.  They remained in the dip for several 
seconds, and came up slowly, remaining very close together in front of each 
other.

The other dancers melted toward the sidelines.  A mambo came on.  Slowly 
Gabriella began undulating against Romeo, sliding the black silk sheath up 
and down his body.  Then she began stripping him, jacket, tie, and shirt.  
When he was naked from the waist up, she came in close again, rubbing her 
chest on his chest.  Her nipples distended against the silk of her dress, 
the only thing separating her from Romeo.

She whispered something in his ear and, in a trance, he reached behind her 
neck and pulled a bit of cloth.  Suddenly her whole gown rustled softly to 
the deck, revealing that she wore absolutely nothing under the dress.  She 
stood there in her bare feet, and slowly turned around, displaying her slim 
and athletic body to Romeo (and to the rest of us).  She was a magnificent 
animal, with strong sinuous legs, a high rounded butt, carefully waxed pubic 
area, which showed darkly in the half-light, very flat stomach, full 
breasts, delicate but strong shoulders, and long, lithe arms.  Not an ounce 
of fat anywhere except along the jawline, the final remains of her babyfat.  
  She swirled her long dark hair as she came back to Romeo, reaching for his 
belt.

They kissed passionately as she undid the belt and pushed his pants down.  
He kicked out of his shoes (he was wearing no socks), and stepped out of his 
pants and underwear.  In the half light his body glistened, strong 
shoulders, slim waist, tight butt, and, rising at an eighty degree angle, a 
solid seven-inch erection.  Gabbriella moved to him again and clasped his 
hardon  backhand, in her right hand, holding it between their bodies as she 
teasingly brushed her breasts against his chest, again kissing him, but 
lightly, teasingly, luring him to her, leading him down to his knees with 
her.

When they were kneeling, facing each other, she backed up a little and 
arched her back, reaching back with her hands until they touched the deck.  
Then she thrust her midsection at Romeo, inviting him to kiss around at her 
navel.  He bent forward willingly, and kissed her stomach.  He continued to 
kiss his way downward as she sank back so that she was lying on the deck 
with her heels bent back to her hips.  Romeo kissed her pubic hair, and 
gradually separated the lips of her cunt with his fingers and tongue.  
Gabriella reached her hands to his ears and directed his head as she wanted. 
  When Romeo began flicking his tongue rapidly on her clitoris, she moaned, 
dropped her head back, and flung her hands up above her head, exposing her 
white underarms and writhing gently.

Needless to say, the rest of us stood or sat around transfixed.  Nina and 
Claudia had retired to a double chaise, beside me, and were softly petting 
each other while they watched the show.  Alena  and M stood close together 
at the starboard rail.   Simone sat on G’s lap in a single chaise, he 
casually fondling her magnificent breasts up under her cut-off top.  I sat 
alone, amused by the whole scene.

Now Gabriella rose back up on her knees, seemingly effortlessly, and had 
Romeo lie on his back with a leg on either side of her knees.  She came 
forward herself and, holding his erection lightly in her left hand, began at 
the base, kissing and licking her way up to the engorged head.  Romeo 
groaned and tried to pull away.  “Por favor, senorita, por favor.”  He 
gasped in Italian that if she kept it up much longer, he would climax, and 
he wanted  to do THAT in Gabriella.  She lay up beside him and they rolled 
as one so that he was on top of her. Quickly she spread her legs and 
accepted him up into her.  A brief kiss, and then he rose up on his strong 
arms and thrust into her again and again.  Within twenty seconds he 
collapsed, groaning on her shoulder, his buttocks thrusting harder and 
harder as he pumped his sperm into her womb.

She whispered loving encouragement to him as he lay there panting, but he 
was gradually “coming to” realizing where he was and that, by his estimate, 
he had not performed very heroically (or at least for very long).  He 
struggled away from her, but Gabriella held him close for a few more 
seconds, and whispered in his ear.  Then she released him and he made an 
awkward retreat, disappearing into the main cabin and onward.

Thus Gabriella lay there alone on the deck, totally nude, fresh fucked, 
aroused, but unsatisfied.  She saw me sitting alone, and crawled to my 
chaise, ass wagging.  She had me out of my clothes in a wink of an eye, and 
straddled the chaise with her long legs.  Slowly she lowered herself on my 
erect cock, and used it as if it were simply a dildo, a toy for her own 
pleasure.  She ground down again and again on my lap, impaling herself 
harder and faster with each stroke.  She kept her balance with her hands on 
my shoulders, and drove down on my cock again and again.  Her cunt was very 
hot, and very juicy with Romeo’s cum.  She began to rise up on her feet and 
then virtually drop off them as she plunged her whole weight onto me.  My 
cock was sliding way up into her at each plunge, and she was pounding 
herself on my lap time after time.  She threw her head back and yelled,  
“AYYIIIEEE-yah, YAH, YAH,  Yee-HAW!”   Just a wide open American cowgirl, in 
the saddle and riding for glory!

Suddenly she began shuddering and gasping as she orgasmed in spasm after 
spasm.  Her body was bathed lightly in sweat as she subsided and came back 
to herself.  When she stopped moving, she looked down at me and grinned.  
“Merci, monsieur, I needed that.”

“My pleasure, madamoiselle.  But, you understand, that you have now aroused 
but not satisfied ME.”

“Oh, monsieur, I AM so sorry,” she said with a wise-ass grin.  “Perhaps 
there is some way that we can relieve that problem?  Come with me.”  She got 
off my very messy lap and drew me by the hand over to where Claudia and Nina 
lay in each others arms, watching with amusement. “Pardon, Mam’selle 
Claudia, Mam’selle Nina, but this gentleman requires your attention, s’il 
vous plait.”

“And you, my dear?”

“I believe that Romeo is, at this very moment, waiting for me in my 
stateroom… Ah, the recovery time of youth! And so, bon soir, tout le monde. 
(good evening, everybody). Perhaps, Francois, you might make an exception if 
Romeo is not available to serve breakfast, non?”

Gabriella left us, wagging her well formed fanny as she passed into the 
light of the salon.  Claudia and Nina separated and beckoned me into the 
middle.  We spent the next hour sharing each other fully, careless of whose 
fingers, tongues, cocks, cunts, mouths went where. When I finally came it 
was fucking Claudia from behind, while Nina lay under both of us, eating 
Claudia, while Claudia ate her. As I was cumming, I pulled out of Claudia’s 
cunt and shoved my cock into Nina’s upturned mouth.  I came all over 
Claudia’s cunt and Nina’s face.  When I moved away, Nina cleaned Claudia’s 
pussy with her tongue. Both of them purring.

Meanwhile, of course, Alena and M and Simone and G had not been exactly 
idle.  Both couples had mixed and matched, using the mats that covered the 
hot-tub as a mattress. After they were satisfied, they had then simply 
ordered more champagne and stepped into the tub.  They were now relaxing 
there in post-coital ease.  Nina, Claudia, and I joined them, although Nina 
and I just sat on the edge with our feet in the tub.  We toasted each other, 
and Gabriella and Romeo, as we relaxed and looked up at the billions of 
wheeling stars.

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The next morning we were all at breakfast in the main salon when Gabriella  
straggled in.  “Mon Dieu, but that boy can fuck!  What stamina!  SIX TIMES!  
And progressively longer and better each time! Quel bete!” (what a beast!).

“Ho,ho!, So Johnny One Note, becomes Johnny Six-gun, eh?

Gabriella grinned.  “Well, I will tell you, it is a good thing that I do not 
have to play volleyball today!  I don’t think I will be able to close my 
legs for a week! “

“And Romeo?”

“Oh, Francois, if you would be so kind, he is still in my cabin, out like a 
light, sleeping like a baby.  Please, excuse him from his duties this 
morning.”

“Ah, Gabriella, I believe Romeo has performed all of the duties that I will 
require of him for this voyage.  I will thank him appropriately.  And I must 
thank you, too, for being such a delightful guest.”

“Well, Francois, you know that your reputation precedes you.  Had I not been 
willing to participate in the “shipboard activities,” I would never have 
accepted your kind invitation.  I must say, however, that I could get much 
too used to this life.  I do think that doing this more than once or twice a 
year would end my volleyball career rather quickly.”

“Well, my dear, in that case, I will expect you at my New Year’s Eve party 
in five months, yes?”

“Francois, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.  But please, may I bring my 
boyfriend?”

“The surfer, Jack Kellen?  Of course, Gabriella!  I know of one or two 
pretty women who are dying to meet him.”

“Ah…I am sure that he will not disappoint you…or them,” she said with a 
wink.

And so the conversation idled, as we ate croissants and drank rich coffee.

At noon, when we docked at Monte Carlo, Romeo and Gabriella bid a fond 
farewell to each other, quietly, on the fantail.  They parted with Romeo 
having tears in his eyes and ANOTHER! lump in his pants.

The rest of the passengers debarked with warm embraces and promises to keep 
in touch. Nina and I were left standing at the rail with our arms around 
each other, waving good-bye.

And so I reflect happily on the joys that my toys bring me.


The End

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