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Masturbation Monday No. 211/KOTW 9/16-30 — Sex Workers

“I was here all of the time, you just could not see me,” Graham said stepping closer to her in the room. “I have never left you, I know everything you have done.”
Sabrina scoffed, as she bent to open the minibar. She picked up whatever amber fluid was there, she liked them all so it really did not matter.
“I bet,” she said, as she raised her frosted glass to him.
The thing was, she knew that he was not lying.
When he hired her as an escort, he made her feel special. He told her that he appreciated what she did, but at the same time he never let her think that it was more than that.
Until it was.
It was a business transaction. Sabrina was a sex worker, it was very easy for her to separate business from personal. Sometimes business brought pleasure—and that was okay. Graham was an amazing lover, though his desires might make some anxious she enjoyed exploring them with him. This was the reason being with him was still intense, even if she did not know what to expect from him.
“I missed you, we have been through a lot. You keep thinking you can run away and people just get left and it is okay. It is not okay Nusch…” His eyes were almost liquid with meaning, as he looked at her.
“Don’t call me that! Don’t call me that, and just…”
“What? Nichy? Sabrina? Whoever the fuck you are now!”
“Get out! Leave me alone!”
“If I leave, I am never coming back. Do you want that?”
Sabrina walked away from him, before she felt him wrap his arms about her waist. Her loosely wrapped robe was no barrier between them. As it fell off of her shoulder, he placed his chin it.
She did want him to go away, she was tired of her ghosts following her.
She was tired.
He pushed her robe off of her, and kissed her shoulder. The plush robe about her feet, the cool air on her naked body and the sound of him unbuckling his belt made Sabrina swoon. Graham caught her, and took her to the bed. He looked in her eyes, and it always felt like he knew what she needed.
Whether it was to be loved or fucked.
He finished undressing, and she idly caressed herself as she felt her body heat with memories of things they had done together. He pressed himself behind her on the bed, and Sabrina eased into him. His body hot and familiar to her, she rubbed herself against him. Dry humping in a way. Graham pulled her nipples, and spanked them her breasts. Sabrina heard her deep groan, and acted like the animal she was.
Because that is all that humans are at the end of the day..

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Guest Blogger Kay Jaybee Makes Voyeurs of Us All!!!

Kay Jaybee is a friend, as well as one of the most amazing and inspiring people I know. The real deal through and through–as well as one of The Brit Babes! Her erotica makes my heart…and other parts throb! With the re-release of The Voyeur–if you have not already–let Kay captivate you!

Voyeuristic Fun!

Many thanks for letting me visit your wonderful blog today!

One of the biggest attractions in the world of erotica is voyeurism. That feeling of being on the edge of someone’s forbidden world and peeping in- often secretly- is a big turn on. It is also extremely exciting to write from a voyeuristic perspective. I’ve taken this literary route for many of my novels and stories over the years- most obviously for my erotic BDSM ménage thriller/ erotic romance, The Voyeur!

 

Blurb

Wealthy business man and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of thirteen fantasies he is intent on turning into reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite S&M club; Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff. His Personal Assistant, Anya Grant, and his Housekeeper, Clara Hooper.

Upon the backs of his willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s ultimate fantasy – Fantasy 13- can take place.

But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does the Bridge’s Gentleman’s Club, Anya’s previous employer, have over Mark? A place Anya was only too delighted to escape from.

In order to find out, Mark’s girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought they’d left behind them all over again; and while they do, Mark will watch…

 

Excerpt

… Mark took a step closer to his PA. “Tonight,” he said, pulling off Anya’s shirt and bra, exposing her luscious chest to the cool of the room, “you will both face a combination of experiences that together make up Fantasy 12. Won’t it be lovely to be able to tick another task off our list, girls?”

They didn’t answer; experience had taught them that nine times out of ten their employer’s questions were rhetorical.

Mark twisted the women round; removing Clara’s top as he did so, so he could see both his employees’ bare backs. There, in neat script, a permanent pen had been used to write ‘Fantasy 1’, ‘Fantasy 2’ and so on, all the way down–the numbers following the length of their spines, finishing with the words ‘Fantasy 13’. The first eleven rows of black lettering had bright red ticks next to them.

“Only two more tasks left to go.”

This time the girls risked a fleeting glance at each other; exchanging a look of mutual blood-hammering exhilaration twinned with an erotic anticipation it would have been hypocritical to deny.

Mark, during his brief periods of leisure, had painstakingly detailed many lust-driven scenarios he wished to both direct and bring to life. He often wrote notes, accompanied by intricate diagrams of erotic, slightly disturbing, but ultimately satisfying fantasies, in a leather-bound journal that only he was allowed to read.

Anya and Clara knew that the final fantasy, when it came, would be more difficult and different to anything they’d ever previous experienced. They feared it.

They also longed for it.

Mark was a clever man, for as each new task unfolded he pushed his faithful staff along with him, darkening their desires and needs. Changing them so they slowly became closer and closer to his own. Making his girls as keen as he was to see how far they could go. To see how much they could physically take as they accompanied him on his journey of extreme sexual sightseeing.

A cold, clammy sheen of perspiration broke out on Anya’s face, arms, and breasts as Mark danced a finger across her skin. “You will both go to your room and change into the clothes I’ve placed upon your beds. You will remain there until I call you.” Mark pointed to the door, and his employees headed to their small, twin-bedded room without a sound.

As Anya considered some of the things she and Clara had been required to do over the last six months, she privately reassured herself that the trepidation shooting down her spine was understandable and acceptable. It was also irrational, for she knew that Fantasy 12 would not only be tolerable, but enjoyable; and that just because the end of the list was in sight, it didn’t mean the night ahead would involve anything worse than Mark had asked of them before. She could handle this. They both could–no problem.

Then Anya saw her outfit.

Her bed supported nothing but a leather dog collar.

Staring at the total lack of clothing, Anya almost conveyed her horror to Clara, but her lover stopped her with an urgent shake of the head. There was no privacy here, and they never knew if the webcams positioned in every room were switched on or not…

***

If you’d like to know what happened next, discover how Clara became Mark’s second slave, and see how the girls cope with Mark’s extreme list of fantasies, you can buy The Voyeur from all other good retailers, including…

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Bio

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO

Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee has over 180 erotica publications including, A Kink a Day- Book One (KJBooks, 2018), The Voyeur (Sinful Press, 2018), Knowing Her Place-Book 3: The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (KJBooks, 2018),  The Retreat- Book2: The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2018), Making Him Wait (Sinful Press, 2018), The Fifth Floor- Book1; The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2017), Wednesday on Thursday, (KDP, 2017), The Collector (KDP, 2016), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress), 2013.

Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

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Kay also writes contemporary romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane www.jennykane.co.uk  and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash www.jenniferash.co.uk

 

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Fleur Friday No. 14 — Like In the Movies

Terrence got up, and Jeanne watched his baggy-jeaned ass walk away, and knew that she did not want him to.
She followed him, and he turned around to look down at her. He put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her back gently.
“I have to go Jeanne, because if I stay,” He looked into her eyes, and she stared at their mixed color. She felt her lips part, and he moved his finger over them. “If I stay, I am going to want to more of you.”
Jeanne stepped forward just slightly, and he pulled her close to him.
His touch was indelicate, he kissed her until they were both panting and he chewed on her bottom lip. She reached for his denim-covered ass, her hand pressed to it to feel its shape and he bit her lip with his excitement. His hand under her shirt startled her with pleasure, as he pulled at her nipple.
Jeanne knew this was coming, it was not a surprise to her. Even when Terrence was still with Eliza, there was chemistry between them. Now with Eliza out of the equation, they were able to look at each other in that way…in this way.
He pinched her nipple until it almost hurt, and the throbbing between her legs burst. She gasped loudly as she came, and he bent to whisper just by her ear,
“Did you just come?”
Her face feeling like it was on fire, Jeanne nodded.
He held her close to him, and tilted her chin up so he could kiss her again. Panting into his kiss, she slipped her hands into the waist of his jeans—over his pelvic bone and lower.
Lower—she wanted to feel him. She wanted to feel him on her hands, and inside of her…
She looked up at him, mouth open but no words…would she know what to say to him today, or someday…Her eyes fixed on the Breakfast at Tiffany’s movie poster just behind him.

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Wicked Wednesday #328 — Someday

Today was someday for Eliza.
She listened to the click of her heels on the floor of her apartment, turned on the lights, and threw everything in her hands onto the couch. She studied herself when she walked into the bathroom. Her hair had grown longer, she had gained a bit of weight and she was tan from all of the time she had spent on the roof with Rafe at La Vie Est Belle. She smiled as she placed the toiletries that she bought from the hotel on her bathroom sink. The rose-scented toiletries that Rafe said that he loved the scent of on her, when he was on top of her and touching her wherever he wanted to.
It was amazing to be in that place with him, to know her place with him and not be anxious about their upcoming wedding. She knew that she was his secondary love, and she was fine with that.
After she placed all of the toiletries on her sink, she reached gingerly in the cabinet for the bottle. She did not have the same kind of pain from the accident that she had had in the beginning when Rafe, Ingrid and Jeanne nursed her back to life. And Terrence to some degree…but she still had some residual pain, and she still needed her pills. They made her feel like she was floating on a cloud. Made her feel like she was in another galaxy, made her forget about everything, but wanting to feel pleasure.
Sitting on her bed, she pulled her slip up over her head and lie naked on the cool sheets. She ran her hands over her breasts, caressing them almost absently but not because she could feel the pleasure the softness of her skin and she still smelled rosy like La Vie Est Belle. Rafe smelled like roses like her too, when they left holding hands after their shower at the hotel.
He had caressed her breasts like she was caressing them now, their circumference filling but light.
More clouds.
Eliza smiled, as she slowly drifted on her cloud to her other galaxy.
Someday was today…

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Masturbation Monday No. 210 — Sexy Maid

Graham looked at her body, it was more than just a glance. He studied her like a piece of art—her fingers tugging at her nipples and between her legs.
Her touch of her body was not sexual, it was just comfortable and nerves.
Sabrina knew that Pretty Woman was—she had lived it. When she met Graham, she was a high class escort—that was how she had met Carole. And the two of them often worked together.
She worked with Graham alone though, and she was nervous. On his file, he had ticked that he liked role play and would like a naughty maid among other things in his hotel room. Sabrina dressed the part, she found something both sexy and even looked sexy to herself. She played around with a feather duster, and took pictures of herself in the bathroom. Even texting one to Graham, while he was on his way. When he got there, he looked at her much like he was looking at her now. With reverence, and looked unsure what to do.
Then: she stood like she was a statue, like she was porcelain and he touched her like she was. Until his touch was incendiary. They both were ignited from his most simple caress of her collar. She dropped her feather duster, as he played with her lacy collar and kissed her. He raised her arms up over her head, and pulled on her collar and it was almost like he was delicately choking her…
Almost.
Her hands up over her head, she could not touch him but she used the rest of her body to let him know she was playing along. Her tilted pelvis caressed his, and he wrapped his arms about her hips. She kept her arms above her head, as he kissed her again.
“Hold your feather duster,” he breathed, as he picked it up and handed it to her.
She saw herself in the mirror, across from them, holding the feather duster. Her face not covered by her phone like in her selfies, but glowing as he knelt before her. Sabrina held the feather duster for dear life, as she rode his face. Her scent wafted up to her, and she could feel she was creaming as he lapped her.
Like she was cream.
Now: she moved her hands from her body, and pulled on her robe.
“Why now? Why today? Where have you been Graham?” she interrogated him.

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Friday Flash No. 22 — Beauty Queen

Her face almost hurt from the forced smiling and the makeup. The first round of the pageant was over, and Blythe was not ready to walk into the room to undress with the other girls.
Her head was not in the game, her head hurt from the stiffness of her hairdo. She stood in the stairwell, and leaned against the wall. The coolness of the wall made her shiver when she leaned against it.
Playing with her phone aimlessly, Blythe decided to take a selfie. The app that she used let her make the picture blue, and that was exactly what she felt.
Blue.
Her lips throbbed, when she realized that she had been pursing them as hard as she had been pursing them. She ran her fingers over her lips, and thought of him as soon as she touched them.
Her lips against his lips, her lips around his…
It was a muscle memory she thought, as she tasted the salty tears on her lips.

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Fleur Friday No. 13

Jeanne opened her apartment door to let Terrence in. She was so comfortable around him at this point, that she did not make much of an effort to really get dressed into anything nice. She did not put on any makeup, or do anything with her hair.
She looked a figurative mess, and she told him that he did not have to make her breakfast, but he insisted. She managed to get him a job at one of her freelance gigs, and he had been there as an executive and was happy. He got her lunch a lot when she was there, even though her role there was very different from his.
Their lifestyles were different.
“Thank you,” she said quietly. “I told you did not have to.”
“I wanted to,” he said, right behind her when she turned around. “You said not to take you out to lunch anymore. I know how to cook.”
Jeanne felt very vulnerable all of a sudden. He was so close to her, and his scent of warmth filled her nose. He moved imperceptibly closer, as he reached behind her to pick up her frying pan. She moved to help him, but he pushed her hands away. So she stood back to watch him in a t-shirt and jeans make scramble eggs with whatever she had in her fridge. He plated it for her like a chef.
It was delicious, and they ate together on her balcony. Jeanne feared she seemed like a pig, but Terrence dabbed at the corner of her mouth with his finger which she licked instinctively.
Their eyes locked.
He dipped his finger into her mouth, and she sucked it in as she closed her eyes. Slowly he slipped his finger out, and kissed her on the mouth. Jeanne swooned a bit, and he pulled her close to him after she knocked over a flower pot on the ground. She opened her eyes, and his fingers were inside her shorts caressing the curve of her ass.
She sucked on his bottom lip, Kir Royale flavored.
The cassis was sweeter there.

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Wicked Wednesday #327 — Lifestyle/Friday Flash No. 21 — La Vie Est Belle

Eliza was lying on the lounge chair on the roof. Rafe had taken her for the weekend to a very extravagant hotel, where only they had access to this part of the roof. She was naked, covered in sunscreen and catching all of the rays she could. He idly rubbed her backside and more than sexual, it was terribly calming.
His finger slipped between her cheeks, and he caressed her puckered hole there.
That was when it became more sexual, and she turned onto her back to look up at him. He could not keep his hands off of her, and started to play with her breasts.
Since the last car accident, she was still in rehab and still needed some pain medicine to relieve her of some more than dull aches at night.
And to relieve her of other things too…
She looked as much as she could at the sun, which was bright. Turning on her side, she picked up a wine glass that said La vie est belle—which was the name of this paradise that Rafe had taken her to.
Ingrid had suggested it, since she was on an away conference in Brussels. She knew that Eliza and Rafe had not had extended time together recently.
“I know what Rafe and I have, but I also know what you and he had. I don’t want him to feel torn. We both love him,” Ingrid told her over cocktails.
Eliza shivered when she thought that to herself. She did love Rafe, she loved him more than she was almost able to bear.
This was her new lifestyle, being Rafe’s second.
Wasn’t she always in a way?
But know she knew she was not the only lady in his life, and she was free to be with him or not.
She wanted to be free, she thought as she arched into him fully cupping her breasts and kissing her neck. He kissed her neck up to her mouth, and she felt molten between her legs. She not losing this part. He knew her body better than anyone. He noticed aberrations with it even before she did, and he loved like it was an art.
He let his robe fall apart. His body devastating in the sun, as he covered her.
“What do you want Liza?” he asked against her throat.
She laughed, as the sensation of his voice and breath tickled her collarbone.
She wanted the world.

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Masturbation Monday No. 209/ KOTW Sept 1-15 with imagery by Kisungura

This is one of the riskiest sex scenes I have written on this blog. In case you forgot who Graham is, here is a reminder–this was originally Masturbation Monday No. 57. There is a gun in this scene, and there is never any risk of harm to Nichy–but I thought I should mention it…

Graham moved the gun from within her harness slowly, licking his lips. A smile curled the corner of his mouth like a piece of burning paper curls up on the edge. Nichy barely breathed, as she looked him straight in the eye. She was not going to show a bit of fear with him because he would like it, but he would not believe it.
He knew her.
He dragged the cold steel between her breasts, along her ribs, around her navel and between her legs. He paused there, looking into her eyes harder.
“You are fucking wet, fucking wet Nusch…” he whispered quietly to himself as if she was not there, as if he could not believe it.
Nichy wanted to close her eyes, but she could not. As much as she had run from Graham, having him there now was too much to deal with. 
She remembered when she first met him. He was the ultimate bad boy, not a pretend one like the ones that she had dated in high school and college, with slicked back hair or wearing leather. He literally was involved in things that she did not know about. He looked at her, and she was done. All she could think about was relieving the itch that she felt. She wanted to caress her clit when she saw him, she was that uncomfortable with desire.
He looked at her with the same intense gaze that he looked at her with now, while caressing her clit with his gun.
His look had been intense when they met as well, they were drawn to each other like she had never been drawn to anyone. She did not hear the music or conversation in the room, she literally floated to him. He was a gentleman, even though she knew he was a rogue deep inside of her. He pulled out her chair, and kissed her hand—acted like he was afraid to touch her.
They did not make love right away, he made her feel like she was going to go crazy before he would even kiss her. Then he did kiss her, his hands on her hips and his lips hungry. Nichy, well she was Nusch then, felt every bit of his desire in his soft kiss. Graham had never had to demand anything from her, she gave him everything that she could. He kneaded her body like dough in the beginning, without any concern to her clit which jerked with need for him. She was so wet, that she felt it coat her anus.
Her anus was wet now as she rode the shaft of the gun. Graham pulled it from her, with Nichy was dizzy with desire. She saw the shaft of the gun was wet with her come, and looked at Graham with a mixture of hatred and desire.
He held the gun at her belly button, she heard it click before he put it down and looked at her. She was still as he loosened the rope about her. Nichy loved how she looked in the harness, loved that he had done it to her again.
All this time, she had been running from him, but after he untied her she swooned. Not from the tingling of her arms from having been up over her head either. She ran from Graham because she knew that she was never going to be able to stay away from him, and he was no good for her. There was nothing good that came from being with him. Her hips still moved as if she were riding the gun.
Graham slapped her breasts, and pinched her nipple so hard she cried out.
“You think I am going to give you what you want so easily? You slut, what were you about to do with that guy?”
“Gavin!” she shrieked.
“Gavin,” he copied her shriek. “My driver will drive him around until he comes to. But you were going to fuck him, weren’t you?”
 Graham stepped back from her, caressing the bulge in his pants. Nichy felt soothed because at least he was hard for her, and maybe he would give her what she wanted.
What she always wanted.
“You like that don’t you, Nusch?” he asked her.
Nichy realized that she was drooling, and she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She wanted Graham so bad, she was not sure what she was going to do…
…if he did not give her what she wanted.
He undid his belt, and unzipped his pants. Nichy licked her dry lips as he offered himself to her, without stepping closer.
“Crawl,” he drawled, and she did. Eyeing his shiny shoes, she heard his belt as he slipped it off but was not prepared for the sting on her back. Nichy arched, and he filled her mouth with every inch of him.
She wanted to be force fed. She wanted it so bad, she drooled and her eyes filled with tears as he shoved it into her mouth. “Sit back on your heels.”
Nichy did as Graham told her.
He left her there.
With her desire, she had forgotten how vindictive he was. He would punish her for running away for this long…

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Guest Blogger Mischa Eliot Kneads Out Our Kinks!

This is the second time that my friend and fellow Sister in Smut has graced my blog. The first time was finger licking good! Following the edible theme, here is an excerpt from her delectable novella, Knead…yum…

I wrote Knead while taking Rachel Kramer Bussel’s last Between the Sheets class at LitReactor. Thank the heavens for Dr. J. If she hadn’t told me it was her last class, I’d have waited for the next one. It was not only worth the money and the time, it was the best writing class focused on erotica that I’ve taken. Oh wait, it’s the only class focused on erotica that I’ve taken. But if you’re going to take a class, it’s best to go with the best of the best – the cream of the crop – the icing on the cupcake.
Speaking of cupcakes, our first assignment was to write an erotic short about food. I have a coworker who makes homemade pizza and knows that I write smut. It’s fun and interesting having people know your secret life. When I came to him and started randomly asking questions about making pizza he lit up. Who doesn’t want to talk about something their passionate about? Listening to him brought this story to life.
It was funny because he didn’t realize why and then he asked and things just went smutty from there. All the comments about sausage and pepperoni and who knows what else. Let’s just say, it made my day and made Knead one of my most fun writing projects.

 

Knead Excerpt:

The taste of peach tea and honey and Zane exploded on my tongue. I didn’t want to stop kissing him, but in order to undress, we had to do just that. “God, I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.” Tank tops went flying, my bra vanished somehow. But, his words stuck in my brain.
“You mean when you moved in?” I unbuckled his belt and then focused on the button and zipper. I wanted him naked in front of me now. Zane’s hands were following my lead and he had my shorts off before I had his jeans to his ankles.
“No, back in high school. You were writing in a notebook at lunch. I read a little of what you were writing before you slapped the notebook shut. It was fucking sexy as hell.” He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard, nipping my lips and tongue with his teeth.
Thrill zinged up and down throughout my synapses. This man, who I thought had never noticed me when we were young and dumb, had the hots for me when I was shy and geeky. Before I could say anything, he bent down and flicked his tongue against my nipple. I sunk my hands into his hair and pulled him tighter to me.
Instead of taking me right then and there, Zane pulled away. “I should start the shower.” He was panting and his eyes glowed with need, pupils dilated with his intensity. Turning, he turned the handle and water shot out. My insides felt like the drops of water when they hit the tub, bouncing and splashing, full of chaotic energy.
Zane stepped out of his jeans and into the spray. “Do you have any idea how many nights I lay away wondering what you’re typing over there? Your desk is against the same wall as my bed. Sometimes, you type so loud and fast, it’s like you’re in a frenzy.” His words bounced around inside my mind while I watched the warm water soak his hair and skin.
Swallowing hard, I took in his words and the way he looked all wet. It was better than I could ever imagine. “Well, when I’m in a frenzy like that, it’s because I could hear you watching porn through the wall and I kept picturing you stroking yourself until you covered yourself in come.” There was no stopping the words once they started. I had never thought to find a guy who could handle my perverted mind. Every guy I had tried to have a relationship with in the past had been disgusted with the stories I wrote.
Standing in front of me was a man who wanted to know more about me, about what I wrote, about my desires. Zane turned and leaned his head back under the showerhead. “What do you think, Adrienne? Would I make a good story like this?” I watched as he slid his hands down his immaculate body, tweaking his nipples, his cock hanging heavy and hard.

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