Supervisor cheats on his wife with his husband

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Hearing this, his cronies were utterly impressed. They were so engrossed in listening that they forgot
to drink . Only after he finished gushing did they start drinking again, all expressing their immense admiration for him. This guy was really
something else; not only did he sleep with someone else's wife, but he also pulled off so many fancy moves.

The guy who had been fantasizing about her just moments before never dreamed that his goddess, the stunning beauty he
couldn't , would be so easily taken advantage of and so casually defiled by him.

Emboldened by his friends' praise, he became even more smug, and after a few more drinks, he became even more unrestrained in his speech.

Someone asked, "Besides what you've said, is there anything more interesting?"

He countered, "What do you think is more interesting?"

The person said, "Of course, it's a threesome, gang rape, and stuff like that. If a woman like that could be taken out and gang-raped,
I don't know how exciting that would be!"

He chuckled, "Do you think she could accept that?"

The person said, "Probably not, she seems pretty decent."

He then asked the others, "What do you think?"

Some said yes, some said no, and in the end, they all looked at him, waiting for him to reveal the answer.

He took another sip of his drink and deliberately provoked the man who was fantasizing about her, saying, "Let me tell you, your goddess, your
big beauty, I've already had a gangbang with other guys. Threesomes are nothing, we come in with six men on one woman, and let me tell you,
we don't even use condoms, we just go straight inside her, how about that? You're impressed? I'm the kind of guy who does what he says,
unlike you, a spineless coward who only knows how to fantasize and masturbate. If you've got the guts, show us what you're capable of."

These words left the guy speechless, and everyone was full of admiration.

They pressed him for details, "Tell us how you convinced her to have a group sex? Let us all see for ourselves."

He said, "This is actually...it's my fault, it was an accident, a lucky break."

Everyone at the table was extremely excited and urged him to tell the story quickly. He downed another glass of wine before he finally opened up.

"I took some photos and videos of her when I was with her before. Later, a few of my best friends came to my house
for a party, and one of them found these things on my computer. Now all my buddies
saw them. They said I wasn't being fair, that I had such a hot girl and didn't even think about them. They were lusting after her
beauty and wanted to sleep with her too, so they begged me to help them. They said, 'You've already slept with her dozens of times, it's definitely not as exciting as doing it with
a group.' Actually, I also wanted to try group sex, so I went to talk to her about it."

She was terrified when she heard this and didn't say anything for a long time. Later, she kept blaming me for taking these photos and videos, saying
how could she face anyone? What if her husband found out? It would be all over.

I later destroyed the photos and videos in front of her, but they still demanded how to
settle . I discussed it with her for a long time, but she firmly refused.

Seeing that she wouldn't budge, I came up with a plan. I embellished the story and told her that
they threatened to publish these things online if she didn't agree.

Hearing this, she got scared. Women are afraid of losing their reputation, and she was even more afraid. She had no choice but
to give in .

After thinking about it for a few days, she asked me hesitantly, "These people... do I know them?"

I told her, "They don't usually live in this city, you definitely don't know them, and they've never seen you before."

She was slightly relieved.

During that time, I showed her a lot of information about group sex, talked about how exciting it was, and even teased her, saying, "My
friends all used to be athletes, they're all in great shape, and in terms of size and ability,
they're almost all on par with me."

I whispered in her ear, "I heard that one of them, a guy named Turtle, even made a young woman
faint."

She was shocked. "Ah!"

She stared at me. "These people... are all so amazing? Aren't you deliberately trying to kill me?

" I said, "Whether I'm trying to kill you or making you feel extremely good, you'll probably find out once you try. Actually,
a mature woman can have sex with many men in a row, it's just tiring, but it's not
a big deal. This time, including me, there are only six men. I promise I won't hurt you. Besides, you can call me to stop when things get tough.
I guarantee I'll give you the greatest pleasure and enjoyment, you probably won't want to stop!"

She rolled her eyes at me. "Pah!" "No way!"

I whispered in her ear, "It's just once, nobody will know. Life's short, do what you really want to do while
you're young , find a few more men, experience the taste of different men, isn't that
great!"

Although she didn't agree, I could tell she was already tempted. That's how women are; when she says
no it means she needs to think about it, and when she says she needs to think about it, it means she's already agreed. After all, for her, this
was just too crazy a game.

After several weeks of continuous coercion and persuasion, she finally reluctantly
agreed , but demanded that they provide STD and AIDS test reports. We had no choice but to have them get the
reports and give them to her, and she was basically reassured after seeing them.

As for the location, a friend said he could find a small villa in the suburbs, which is a great
place , you can do whatever you want without any problems. If there were so many of us, going to a hotel
would be too conspicuous, so it's more convenient, freer, and safer here. So, the location was decided, and the time was set for the weekend.

On Saturday, I picked her up and drove straight to the suburbs. When we arrived at the villa, she suddenly hesitated
and refused to get out of the car. I knew that participating in this kind of activity was challenging for a woman, so
I drove to a coffee shop, found a seat opposite her, and listened to soothing piano music while
sipping my drink. I tried to calm her nerves; I really couldn't understand her thoughts. She was about
to have sex with several men, yet she was still acting coy and reserved.

I teased her, asking, "Do you know what they look like?"

She replied, "What do they look like?"

I took out my phone to show her photos, but she suddenly said, "Don't look anymore. I don't want to see them. I don't want to know
who they are."

Slowly, she revealed her true feelings, saying she didn't want to see their faces, nor did she want them to see hers.
Fearing she wouldn't be able to face anyone afterward, I reassured her that my friends were absolutely reliable and wouldn't reveal the truth. But
she still wanted to avoid any awkward face-to-face encounters with them. She even brought a hood
to cover her face.

I was prepared, taking a black blindfold from my backpack and saying, "If you wear this blindfold, they
won't be able to see you. If you cover your face, you won't be able to breathe." She thought about it and agreed. She tried the blindfold on
and felt was okay, even a little safer.

With my urging, she finally agreed to come into the villa with me. As we walked, she instructed them
not to recognize her if they saw her again, and to pretend they didn't know her after today. I nodded in agreement. As

we got closer to the villa, her steps grew heavier. Near the gate, she nervously grabbed
my hand, looking left and right. I knew this was a woman's instinctive modesty; once inside, she was about to
have sex with several strangers, and she still didn't know what they looked like or even if she knew them.
I opened the door, pushed her inside, and only after closing it did I feel a sense of relief.

Once in the bedroom, I greeted them. Through the veil, she could see the five men in the room.
She knew that in a little while, she would be lying on the bed,
being violated , and the thought alone made her blush.

My friends were very disappointed to see her blindfolded.

I explained that women are sensitive about their image, and she felt embarrassed to face them directly. Besides,
she didn't want to know who had slept with her, so she wore the blindfold to relax her and
prevent her from being too shy to fully engage during sex. They eventually agreed to accommodate her, but with a
condition .

I knew they were up to no good, but I still pulled her aside, pretending to be troubled, and whispered to
her, "I told them why you wore the blindfold. Although they were reluctant, they finally agreed,
but they made a harsh condition."

She said, "What do they want?"

I said, "They...they insist..."

I hardened my heart and told her, "They said they
won't allow you to wear a blindfold unless you agree to have real sex with them and have them ejaculate inside you."

In other words, "You can only choose one: a blindfold or a condom."

She was immediately unhappy: "How can they do this? What if I get pregnant without a condom?"

She was a little angry and got up to leave.

I quickly stopped her, saying, "You're already here today. If you don't satisfy them, be careful they
cause trouble. They're always like this. They finally have a chance to have sex with a beautiful woman like you,
and they won't even let you see their whole face, so they came up with this terrible idea. Why don't you take off the blindfold? You don't know
them anyway."

She sat there fiddling with her bag, and I could see she was having a fierce internal struggle. Was
it more important to wear a blindfold to protect her dignity, or for them to wear a condom to protect her body?

Seeing her hesitation, I tried to persuade her further, saying, "If you really don't want to take off the blindfold, just let them
have sex with you! Imagine how wonderful it would be to have so many big men inside you! Actually, I think the greatest pride for
a beautiful woman is to use her charm to capture more men. You can even
look back on it with pride, having experienced so many men. What woman can do that? Besides, you can just
take some emergency contraception."

I don't know if I persuaded her, but gradually, the idea of being willing to be raped and even get pregnant by them began to overwhelm
her rationality, finally making her make up her mind. In the end, she said, "I'll wear the blindfold, and let them not wear condoms
."

I found it funny at the time. I really couldn't understand what women were thinking. They would rather let strangers
have sex with them than not wear a blindfold. They gave up the most direct and fatal thing—the inner self—just to
save face.

After we reached an agreement, we opened two bottles of red wine we had brought and drank while watching TV. The men in the room
took turns toasting her and urging her to drink more. She drank as they offered, thinking that if she drank too much, she wouldn't feel embarrassed later.
Little did she know that the wine was specially brought; it had been laced with aphrodisiacs to make women
more sexually aroused under the stimulation of alcohol and drugs.

The atmosphere in the room became increasingly ambiguous. She was already somewhat tipsy,
and the awkwardness between the men and women and the unpleasantness from before seemed to gradually fade away with each toast. Under the stimulation of the aphrodisiacs, she felt
increasingly hot inside. They noticed and quickly gave me a look. I provoked her, saying, "Do you dare
to take off your clothes in front of them?"

Although she was prepared, my provocation still made her face flush red. She scolded me,
"You rascal."

I helped her to the bed and took off her outer clothes, leaving her only in her underwear. Looking at this
beautiful young woman, the guys were aroused and almost drooling. This newlywed woman's beautiful
body was about to be ravaged by six strong men, but they didn't dare to make a move on this treasure at first. To
break the deadlock, I asked her, "Who do you want to go first? You're the main character today, you can choose whatever you want."

She punched me and whispered, "You rascal, do you have to ask me that?"

I immediately understood and told her, "In that case, let's let Turtle go first!"

She had heard me talk about how good Turtle was, and when she heard that he should go first, she felt a little scared and a little excited. Her body
couldn't help but tremble a little. However, she had just drunk alcohol, and her sexual desire was also rising. Seeing that she didn't object, it was settled
. The famous Mr. Turtle once again got the privilege of his first sexual experience.

Ah Gui proudly flaunted his rock-hard penis, imagining the tender, soft
vulva facing his wicked member, awaiting his savage conquest and comfort! Ah Gui's heart
stirred.

Watching him rip off her panties, then pin her down and thrust into her without restraint, followed by a
storm of brutal fucking, I felt a pang of pity. But then I thought, what's wrong with me? Tonight, she
can't escape this gang rape; it's all the same who goes first, pity is useless.

This heated battle between the two sexes lasted for about half an hour, until she was completely without any means of escape...
The night ended only after Ah Gui ejaculated inside her, even though she was on contraception. The others were burning with desire!

That night was the most humiliating night this newlywed woman had ever experienced. She had
sex with six of us strong men almost all night long. She hadn't expected these men to be so experienced with women,
so persistent and varied in their techniques. It was truly a night of passion, her fair skin, sensitive body, thick, long
penises, repeated orgasms, repeated ejaculations—it was so stimulating! She was also intoxicated by this endless series
of orgasms, sometimes losing her senses, her body becoming increasingly weak.
She had an orgasm every twenty or thirty minutes on average, and it was continuous, leaving her feeling like she was dying and almost fainting several times.

The villa was quite well-equipped, with everything from sex chairs to sex beds. We tried
countless positions that night, including 48 and 72 positions—basically anything from porn. We used up all
the aphrodisiacs and virility drugs we bought beforehand. Basically, we filled her up, took her
to the bathroom to shower, and then started another round of rape. I don't know how many times she was ejaculated inside me. At
first, I kept track, but after a while, I got too lazy to keep count.

My buddies all said this woman was a rare gem, with amazing temperament, great skin, a
great figure, a perky butt, a captivating charm, and a sensitive body. Her moans were incredibly alluring, making them want to keep going. To
be honest , she was quite resilient; it was truly remarkable for a woman to withstand being gang-raped by six men. But with so many men, her
body was a complete mess after our relentless assault, and we had drained her of her last bit of strength. However, our union of
body and soul allowed her to fully indulge and release her emotions. Because it was the first time she had experienced such intense
stimulation, her legs remained weak.

The next day, she walked with a limp, her legs almost unable to close. I helped her into the car and took her
home . Perhaps due to the excessive stimulation, it took her several days to fully recover.

Later, I heard from that guy that when he got into the car that day, the shopkeeper next to the villa saw him. A few idlers were
gossiping about it, saying, "I wonder whose young wife these men have ruined again.
It seems like everyone living around here has heard women moaning in that villa all night. It turns out there was only one woman, but
there seemed to be about ten men, all of them quite muscular. That woman was really pretty. I don't know when she arrived, but
when she left, her figure was impeccable. It's a pity that such a beautiful flower was taken advantage of. How could such
a delicate beauty let so many men have their way with her? Could she even handle it? Her legs were
trembling when she walked before getting into the car. It's obvious she had sex with men all night. They must have done this to her last night, tsk tsk."

It seems that this villa is often rented for this kind of thing.

The car drove away, but what they didn't know was that a
dirty story had already spread throughout the neighborhood, told with great detail.

Later, when I visited her, I learned her true thoughts about agreeing to let them have sex that day. She admitted she
only agreed because they pressured her. Deep down, she also wanted them
to do it without condoms, but her feminine modesty prevented her from saying it. She also said that after entering the room that day, she suddenly had a liberating thought,
wanting to completely surrender her body to strangers for their wanton pleasure, which is why she agreed.

I said, "Didn't you even look at the photos? Weren't you afraid they might be people you know?"

She said, "I was a little scared, but it was also quite exciting. I thought, if it were
someone I knew, as long as they promised not to acknowledge me afterward, there shouldn't be a problem, right? So I asked you to
tell them that even if they meet in public, they shouldn't acknowledge me, just pretend they don't know me."

What a bold woman!

After hearing the story, the group was all shocked. They said she usually seemed very proper and dignified, so even with the
facts right in front of them, it was hard to imagine that she would openly engage in group sex with your friends.
It was truly shocking. How could she, a former school beauty, have endured such lewd torment that night?

I said, "Yes, it's hard to accept, but that's the truth. That night, we took turns having sex with her
dozens of times. When we were having sex with her, she was almost going crazy, and she even agreed to
have sex with us a couple more times."

Sometimes the truth is really hard to accept. This shows that you have to fuck a woman hard. As long as you fuck her well,
she'll listen to you in the future.

**********Chapter Four**********

Ever since I learned about her adventurous mentality, I've had more and more ideas. I really want to find
someone she knows to gang rape her. I want someone like that to have sex with her for one night, and when they meet again, she won't know he slept
with her, but he'll know perfectly well. How exciting would that be!

To test her willingness to go again, I asked her, "How was it with those friends last time?"

She said, "They almost fucked me to death that day."

I said, "Was it that bad?"

She scolded, "Of course! It wasn't you who got fucked. I needed a whole week to recover."

I whispered, "Want to do it again? I'll find a few more people, what do you think?"

She disagreed, shaking her head vigorously. After all, she was a respectable woman and not so easygoing.

After my constant verbal teasing, coupled with the intense stimulation of the last sexual encounter, just thinking about how
they had fucked her so hard on the bed in the villa made her blush and feel helpless. Ever since that forbidden
passion, it seemed she couldn't forget it. But a woman is a woman; although she wanted it, she would never
show it.

So I slowly coaxed her, and she finally nodded under my sweet words.

I said, "Should we see their photos this time?"

She said, "No, we'll stick to the same rules as last time. Whoever it is, as long as they're not sick, we shouldn't acknowledge them afterwards."

I was secretly delighted! I thought, since that's the case, let's play a
thrilling .

I know some of her and her husband's colleagues and friends, some of whom I'm quite familiar with. I figured
if something exciting, we'd have to find someone from her social circle.

After some searching, I set my sights on someone.

Someone asked, "Who did you choose?"

"Guess!"

The group immediately started brainstorming. Some guessed it was her boss, wrong.

Some guessed it was her neighbor, also wrong.

Some guessed it was the security guard in her apartment complex, still wrong.

Some guessed it was a relative, still wrong.

Everyone urged, "Stop keeping us in suspense and reveal the secret!"

Zhang downed another glass of wine before calmly saying, "That person is her husband's boss, surnamed Wang,
in his forties , a director. He even attended their wedding, so he's practically an acquaintance of hers."

The more they listened, the more excited they became, and they asked, "How did you choose this person?"

"I'm friends with her husband too. I heard him talk about it before. He used to work in a state-owned enterprise, but
because he chose the wrong side, once his backer fell from grace, he couldn't get by anymore. His boss would sometimes make things difficult for him, and now, right after their wedding, he
's been sent on a business trip for a year."

"I wanted to help my friend in his time of need, and this was such a perfect opportunity. I thought I'd
use this to my advantage and smooth things over with his boss. He wouldn't have to flatter him or spend a penny. If
it worked, it might even have a miraculous effect. Wouldn't that be wonderful!"

Brilliant! This was truly ingenious, everyone exclaimed in admiration.

I know this Manager Wang too. One day, I went to chat with him, and after a while, the conversation turned to him
. Manager Wang had a lot of complaints about him, saying that this kid was a real troublemaker, always causing trouble, and that his actions had a very bad influence,
making me and the Party Secretary very angry. It took a lot of effort to suppress him. So, more than half a year ago, we sent him
away to reflect on his actions, so we could have some peace and quiet.

I thought to myself, "We should thank you for sending him away, otherwise, where would I have this opportunity?"

I told Manager Wang, "He's away on a business trip, and he asked me to come today so he could use me to express
his thoughts."

Manager Wang asked, "What are his thoughts?"

I said, "He wants me to tell him that he's young and doesn't know any better, and that you shouldn't take it to heart."

Manager Wang asked, "Did he really say that to you? Why didn't he say it to my face?"

I said, "He was too embarrassed to say it to my face, so he asked me to be the middleman."

Manager Wang asked, "He thinks an apology is all it takes to make a mistake? This kid..." " That kid is so irresponsible, he really deserves
a good beating,"

I said. "Of course, we can't let him off so easily. He's planning to have his wife apologize to you in person."

Manager Wang was a little confused. "Have his wife apologize to me?"

I said, "Yes, to show his sincerity, he wants to have his wife apologize to you in a special way."

Manager Wang asked, "A special way? What do you mean?" I said, "He wants to arrange a day for his wife to have a deeper conversation with you, to express his apology

to you through concrete actions ." 　　Manager Wang asked, "A deeper conversation? What do you mean by that?" "Huh?" 　　I said, "It's like this, didn't you just say you wanted to beat him up? Now that he's away on a business trip, he wants his wife to take his place, so you can beat him up with a stick to vent your anger. What do you think?" 　　Manager Wang said, "You can't hit a woman, besides, I don't hit women." 　　I said, "Ahem, you misunderstood. It's not about really hitting her, it's about you beating her up in 'that' way' in bed!" 　　Manager Wang had already figured out what I meant and urged me, "Just tell me already, be more specific." 　　I said, "Great! He wants his wife to have a thorough talk with you so you can vent your anger." " Whatever your problems are, you two can talk about them in bed. You can do whatever you want to her until you're satisfied. What do you think?" 　　Manager Wang wasn't stupid; he was stunned and refused to believe it, saying, "Really? You don't need to do this , how can I accept this?" 　　I persuaded him, "This is what the young couple wants, and they're sincere. Just accept it." 　　Manager Wang was actually a lecherous old man who had long coveted her beauty. He hadn't expected her to offer herself up he couldn't let it go. After a couple of feigned humility, he finally agreed. 　　However, he was still skeptical, saying, "Is this really true? Is Xiao Chen willing to suffer such a great injustice for her husband?" 　　I said, "Absolutely." 　　I then told Manager Wang the conditions: a sexually transmitted disease and AIDS test report, and that we shouldn't mention it afterward. Manager Wang agreed to all of them! He also promised not to reveal this to anyone and to pretend it never happened, even in front of him . 　　I whispered in his ear, "No matter what he did to anger you before, this time you can just go ahead and do whatever you want to his wife." 　　Manager Wang grinned from ear to ear. 　　"Also, I told you that if you want to fully experience their unreserved sincerity, you have to make sure Xiao Chen is completely comfortable and intimate with you. They agreed, so you don't need to use any pretenses. Just go all out and give her your fill!" 　　Manager Wang said apologetically. "Isn't that a bit too much?" 　　I told him, "It's alright, this is precisely their way of showing their sincerity. Who told them to upset you? Now their wife has to make amends with her body." 　　Manager Wang nodded, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh right, I almost forgot, let's call the Party Secretary too , let him vent his anger as well. I can't keep this good thing to myself! Let's share the benefits, what do you say ? But, can Xiao Chen handle this?" 　　I said, "Don't worry, it's alright, this is the price they have to pay. Besides, women need men to serve them well at night so they can be radiant during the day, hahaha!" 　　Manager Wang also laughed heartily in agreement! 　　So I arranged to meet him at a hotel in the suburbs one weekend for this secret apology trip. He took note, but was still a little skeptical. "Don't tell me you're just trying to fool me with some random prostitute," 　　I said. "Do you know Xiao Chen?" 　　Manager Wang asked. "Yes, I've met her a few times. She's quite pretty," 　　I said. "Okay, if you don't believe me, you can wait for her in the hotel lobby beforehand to see if it's really her. But you should wear sunglasses or something so she doesn't recognize you, otherwise it'll be difficult to meet her again."

Manager Wang asked, "Why wait in the hotel lobby?"

I said, "She's shy. As soon as she enters the room, she puts on a blindfold to avoid meeting acquaintances. She'd feel embarrassed and
it would be awkward to meet them again."

Manager Wang said repeatedly, "Good, good, good idea."

I said, "Then it's settled. Secretary, you, and I will be three men in total
. You don't need to feel guilty about having more people."

Manager Wang nodded repeatedly.

Soon, their STD and AIDS test reports were ready. It turned out they frequently visited prostitutes, so they
were used to these kinds of reports and knew the ropes well. I showed them to her, and she saw that they were qualified, so she agreed,
unaware of the two men's identities.

I subtly asked her, "Didn't you even look at the photos? What if you know the people I found? That would be
terrible !"

She replied, "I trust you. Even if they are acquaintances, they shouldn't be close friends. As long as we don't recognize each other, it's fine
!"

She was too trusting. This time, I tricked her terribly. Little did she know that the person she had sex
with was someone she knew.

The weekend finally arrived. They checked into the hotel first, and when we arrived, we sat down in the lobby, ordered
drinks , and Ms. Chen tried to calm her turbulent emotions. I took the opportunity to text Manager Wang, saying we had arrived and he
should come down and check if it was indeed Ms. Chen.

A few minutes later, among the sparsely populated lobby, I spotted Manager Wang wearing sunglasses. I gave
him a slight greeting, and he circled around us a couple of times, scrutinizing the gentle and charming
young woman in the white dress beside me several times. Confirming I wasn't lying, he gestured and went back to his room to wait. A moment
later , I, with a nervous Ms. Chen in my arms, also took the elevator.

Before entering the room, Ms. Chen put on a blindfold, completely unaware of the earlier incident of being inspected.

Once inside, I told Manager Wang and the others to talk less and do more, which they were delighted about!

What happened that night is self-evident. Those two lecherous old men were having a blast, venting
all their anger towards her husband on her body. They were really going at it with all their might; they'd even brought aphrodisiacs
, taking handfuls of them. They only realized how tight this newlywed's vagina was after they started having sex with her! They were having an incredible time,
wanting to keep going all night, tormenting her until she was screaming and screaming, experiencing orgasm
after orgasm, until she was almost too exhausted to move.

The passionate details are left to your imagination; I'll omit a thousand words here.

The next day, after they parted, she asked me, "Who were those two men?! They were relentless and so brutal!"

I asked her, "How was it? Exciting?"

She said, "Exciting enough, my bones almost fell apart."

Her cronies stared wide-eyed at her; it was incredibly exciting.

Someone asked curiously, "After their boss slept with his wife all night, did anything change?"

He said, "After that night, his boss felt better. He thought, 'He let me have my way with his wife all night, even murderers only have to behead each other, what else can't I forgive?' So he stopped giving him a
hard
time. He thought, 'I'll forgive you because your wife served me all night,' and quickly transferred him back,
praising him for being quick-witted, capable, and worth training, and even promoted him."

He said, "His husband was still in the dark, not knowing why his boss suddenly changed his attitude towards him.
He thought it was a reward for his hard work. Little did he know, it was in exchange for his wife being slept with all night.
And she, of course, didn't know that she had played a significant role in her husband's career advancement."

It seems I actually helped him out; that one night of intimacy actually turned them from enemies to friends.

Of course, this turning of enemies into friends has conditions: these so-called enemies have to be men. If they are women
, it's hopeless.

Everyone said, "You slept with someone's wife and then did her a good deed. That's amazing! Cheers!"

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