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Part one can be found here:
Kylie Jenner continues teasing and tickling her bound boyfriend.
Timothee's eyes snapped to hers, a mix of desperation and understanding in their depths. He knew she was going to push him to the brink again, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. He nodded, his body trembling with need.
With a sadistic smile, Kylie leaned down and took his cock in her hand once more, her grip firm and unyielding. She began to stroke him with renewed vigor, her thumb pressing hard against his frenulum with each pass. Timothee's body was a canvas of agony and ecstasy, his muscles clenching and unclenching as he fought to hold back the flood of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him.
Her eyes gleamed with a dark excitement as she watched him struggle, the power of his impending orgasm making her own body thrum with desire. "How much more can you take?" she murmured, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine. Timothee's only response was a strangled groan, his body trembling with the effort to hold on.
With a sudden burst of speed, she began to tickle him again, her nails dancing over his ribs and armpits with a ferocity that left him gasping for breath. His cock was a pulsing, throbbing mess in her hand, his hips bucking upwards as he desperately sought release. Kylie's strokes grew quicker, her thumb flicking over the sensitive ridge of his cock head with a precision that spoke of her vast experience in this deliciously sadistic art.
Timothee's laughter turned into pleas for mercy as she switched from one ticklish spot to the next, her fingers leaving a trail of fire across his torso. His body was a maelstrom of sensations, each one more intense than the last. He could feel the orgasm building, a volcano threatening to erupt, but she kept it at bay with her skilled touch, her nails a whirlwind of pleasure and torment.
Her eyes never left his, the amusement in them growing with each giggle she extracted from him. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, she pulled her hand away from his cock, leaving it pulsing and leaking pre-cum on the velvet bedspread. He watched, his body trembling with need, as she brought her hands up to her mouth, licking the oil and his essence from her fingers.
"You know, Timothee, I've been thinking," she began, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate in his very bones. "You've been so good at holding out, but I think it's time we up the ante, don't you?"
With a grace that belied the wickedness of her intent, Kylie reached for a velvet-covered box on the nightstand. She opened it to reveal a sleek, black harness that she held up to the dim light of the bedroom. "This little toy is going to make sure you don't go anywhere without my permission," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Timothee's eyes went wide as she pulled out the device, his heart racing in anticipation. He had never seen anything like it before, but he knew that she had done her research, that she knew exactly what she was doing. He watched as she approached the bed, her hips swaying with a seductive confidence that made his cock throb even more.
With deft hands, Kylie strapped the harness around his balls and the base of his shaft, adjusting it until it fit snugly. She stepped back, her eyes raking over him with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. The harness held him in place, his cock standing tall and proud, begging for attention.
"Now, let's see how much you can handle," she said, her voice a silky promise of pain and pleasure. She took her place between his legs again, her oiled feet sliding up and down his thighs, the friction setting his skin alight. He could feel the cool metal of the harness pressing against his sensitive skin, the constant reminder of his helplessness making him even more aroused.
Timothee's eyes followed her as she pulled out her phone, a smug smile playing on her lips. He knew she enjoyed flaunting her power over him, and the thought of her sharing his desperation with someone else only added to the thrill. She tapped away at the screen, her eyes flicking between the device and his straining cock.
"Hmm, so many messages," she said, her voice a sweet purr. "They all want a piece of these perfect toes." With a flick of her wrist, she brought her feet closer to his face, the arches of her soles taunting him. He could feel the warmth of her body, the heat of her desire radiating off her like a furnace. He leaned in, his mouth watering for a taste, but she was too quick.
Kylie giggled, her toes just grazing his nose as she leaned back, her eyes never leaving his. She began to wiggle her feet, the movement sending a fresh wave of anticipation through him. Her fingernails danced over the sensitive skin of his swollen balls, tracing the outline of the harness. Each touch was a whisper of pain that only served to heighten his pleasure.
With a mischievous smirk, she held her feet up towards the ceiling, spreading her toes in an elegant display. Timothee could see the glistening oil that coated them, the pink polish gleaming in the soft light of the bedroom. He watched, his eyes glazed with lust, as she snapped a picture and posted it to Instagram with a caption that was sure to have his heart racing.
"Now, let's see what everyone has to say about this," she said, her voice filled with excitement. She grabbed her phone, the screen lighting up with a flurry of notifications. As she scrolled through the direct messages and comments, she began to lightly tickle Timothee's balls with the soft bristles of a large makeup brush she had picked up from the floor. Each feathery stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, making him squirm and beg for more.
Timothee watched her face as she read through the messages, his own arousal reaching fever pitch as he listened to her recount the explicit offers and desperate pleas from her adoring fans. "They're all dying to suck on my toes," she said with a wicked smile, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "Some of them would pay anything to feel me squeeze their cocks with my feet." Her words sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through him, his body responding with a deep, guttural groan.
Kylie leaned back slightly, her hand moving to her own clit as she watched his reaction. She began to rub herself in slow, lazy circles, her eyes never leaving Timothee's face. The bristles of the makeup brush grazed his testicles with more force now, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. He could feel the wetness of her arousal against his legs, the scent of it filling the room and driving him wild.
"They want to taste my feet," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "They want to feel me dig my heels into their balls, to smother their faces in my soles." Her hand moved faster on her clit, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Timothee's hips bucked involuntarily, his eyes never leaving the screen as he listened to her recite the filthy messages.
The bristles of the makeup brush danced around his balls, painting a picture of agony and pleasure that had him panting. The sensation grew more intense as she leaned closer, her eyes glued to the phone. "Look at this one," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and arousal. "Someone wants to lick the sweat off my feet after a long day in socks and sneakers."
Timothee's balls felt like they were in a vice, his body taut with need. The thought of Kylie's sweaty feet was too much to handle, the memory of her sweet, musky scent after a workout making his cock throb painfully against the harness. He knew she was doing this on purpose, playing with him like a cat with a mouse, and it only made him want her more.
"Kylie," he moaned, his voice a desperate plea. "I can't... I can't take it anymore."
Her eyes never left the screen as she read more of the explicit messages aloud. "They want to feel the heat of my feet, the sweat on their tongues," she said, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down Timothee's spine.
Her lips hovered over the head of his cock, her breath warm and moist. He felt a bead of precum form, desperate to be released. "What about you?" she asked, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment before returning to the phone. "Do you like the thought of sharing me with other men?"
Timothee's heart raced as she painted a vivid picture of herself with other men, her feet in their faces as they worshipped her. The thought was both terrifying and incredibly arousing, his mind a whirlwind of lust and jealousy. He could feel his orgasm approaching, the pressure building with each passing second.
"Kylie," he moaned, his voice tight with need. "I-I don't know if I can handle it."
Her eyes remained glued to the phone, the screen casting a soft blue glow over her face. "Why don't you tell me how much you love watching me get fucked?" she whispered, her voice a dark seduction. She placed a single, lingering kiss on the tip of his cock, the sensation making him jerk involuntarily.
"Do you want to see me with another man?" she asked, her voice a siren's song that sent waves of both fear and arousal crashing through him. He swallowed hard, his cock pulsing beneath her watchful gaze. The thought of someone else touching her, claiming her, was maddening. Yet the idea of her pleasure, of her powerful allure over others, was intoxicating.
"Yes," he choked out, the word torn from the depths of his soul. The admission was like throwing fuel on the fire of her desire. She smirked, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she leaned in, her plump lips brushing against his cock head in a series of light kisses. Each one sent a bolt of pleasure through him, his body reacting as if she'd just whispered sweet nothings directly into his ear.
"I knew you'd love it," she murmured, her voice a sweet poison that only served to inflame his desires. "But now, it's time for your final test."
Timothee's eyes snapped open, his body trembling with anticipation as Kylie leaned in, her lips hovering just above his cock. He could feel the warmth of her breath, the promise of a kiss that never came. Instead, she spoke, her words a knife that sliced through the air, cutting straight to the core of his fantasies. "I want you to imagine this," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his. "Imagine me, bound to the bed, my legs spread wide for everyone to see. And they're all touching me, baby—tickling my feet, worshipping them with their lips and tongues, while you're here, unable to do anything but watch."
Her voice grew more intense, painting a vivid picture of the erotic scene. "They're going to make me cum over and over, and all you can do is watch them pleasure me with their mouths and hands. And when they're done, when I've had my fill, I'll look over at you, and you'll still be here, hard and desperate, begging me for just one taste."
Timothee's cock strained desperately, his eyes locked onto hers as she continued to wiggle her oiled-up toes out of reach of his face. The sight of her toes, the way they curled and flexed, was almost too much to handle. His body was a taut bowstring, and Kylie's gentle tickling of his balls was the unrelenting tension that kept him on the edge. She leaned in closer, her tongue flicking out to lick the length of his shaft, from base to cock head, her touch as light as a feather yet as potent as a bolt of lightning.
Her movements grew more deliberate, her strokes more precise as she took him in her mouth, her teeth grazing his sensitive skin. He could feel her saliva mixing with the oil, the sensation making him moan with pleasure. Each pass of her tongue was a promise of more to come, each suck a reminder of the power she held over him. Her eyes never left his, the smoldering heat in their depths telling him she was enjoying every moment of his torment.
Timothee's body was a symphony of sensation, the tickling of his balls and the pressure of her mouth on his cock driving him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel his orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to drown him. Kylie's eyes narrowed, her grip tightening around the base of his shaft. She knew he was close. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his hips bucked against her mouth.
With a devious smile, she pulled back, her tongue darting out to flick at the sensitive spot just below the head of his cock—his frenulum. The sensation was like a bolt of electricity, making him jerk against his restraints. Her eyes gleamed with victory as she watched his body react, his face a mask of pleasure and frustration. And then, without warning, she took the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue darting out to tease the small slit at the tip—his urethra.
Timothee's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. He had never experienced anything so intense, so intimate. The feeling of her tongue circling the sensitive opening was almost too much to handle. He could feel the orgasm building within him, his body tightening with each stroke of her tongue.
Kylie's eyes remained locked on his, her smile one of pure dominance. She knew she had him right where she wanted him—desperate and on the edge. She continued her delicate dance, her tongue swirling around the frenulum before moving back to the tip of his cock, her teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin. His body shook violently with each touch, his muscles tensing and releasing as she pushed him closer to the brink.
Suddenly, Timothee couldn't hold back anymore. He erupted with a roar, his hips bucking upwards as he shot the biggest cum shot of his life into the air. But she didn't stop. Her tongue remained steadfast, flicking and licking as the spurts grew weaker and further apart until, with one final, quivering jolt, he was empty.
Kylie's eyes remained locked on his, a smug satisfaction in their depths as she watched the cum paint her face. She didn't miss a beat, her tongue continuing to dance across his frenulum as he pumped the last few drops out. The sensation was overwhelming, sending aftershocks of pleasure through his body that left him trembling.
Timothee lay there, panting, his body slack with release. But Kylie wasn't done yet. With a grace that belied the depravity of their game, she leaned back, her legs still straddling his chest. She brought her feet up to his face, her toes glistening with oil and precum. "You've been such a good boy," she whispered, her voice a sweet caress that seemed to echo in the post-orgasmic silence.
He could see the excitement in her eyes as she waited for his response. And then, with a gentle push, she pressed her feet into his face, her toes curling around his cheekbones. The taste of her was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and musk that made his cock twitch with renewed interest. He opened his mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste her, his eyes closing as he succumbed to the sensation.
Timothee's mind was racing, a maelstrom of emotions swirling through him. He felt a strange mix of pride and humiliation, knowing that Kylie had reduced him to this—a helpless foot cuck. But as her toes slid into his mouth, the only thing that mattered was the pleasure she brought him. He sucked and licked, his tongue dancing over her arches and along the soles of her feet, feeling her body respond to his worship.
The End
Kylie Jenner continues teasing and tickling her bound boyfriend.
Timothee's eyes snapped to hers, a mix of desperation and understanding in their depths. He knew she was going to push him to the brink again, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. He nodded, his body trembling with need.
With a sadistic smile, Kylie leaned down and took his cock in her hand once more, her grip firm and unyielding. She began to stroke him with renewed vigor, her thumb pressing hard against his frenulum with each pass. Timothee's body was a canvas of agony and ecstasy, his muscles clenching and unclenching as he fought to hold back the flood of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him.
Her eyes gleamed with a dark excitement as she watched him struggle, the power of his impending orgasm making her own body thrum with desire. "How much more can you take?" she murmured, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine. Timothee's only response was a strangled groan, his body trembling with the effort to hold on.
With a sudden burst of speed, she began to tickle him again, her nails dancing over his ribs and armpits with a ferocity that left him gasping for breath. His cock was a pulsing, throbbing mess in her hand, his hips bucking upwards as he desperately sought release. Kylie's strokes grew quicker, her thumb flicking over the sensitive ridge of his cock head with a precision that spoke of her vast experience in this deliciously sadistic art.
Timothee's laughter turned into pleas for mercy as she switched from one ticklish spot to the next, her fingers leaving a trail of fire across his torso. His body was a maelstrom of sensations, each one more intense than the last. He could feel the orgasm building, a volcano threatening to erupt, but she kept it at bay with her skilled touch, her nails a whirlwind of pleasure and torment.
Her eyes never left his, the amusement in them growing with each giggle she extracted from him. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, she pulled her hand away from his cock, leaving it pulsing and leaking pre-cum on the velvet bedspread. He watched, his body trembling with need, as she brought her hands up to her mouth, licking the oil and his essence from her fingers.
"You know, Timothee, I've been thinking," she began, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate in his very bones. "You've been so good at holding out, but I think it's time we up the ante, don't you?"
With a grace that belied the wickedness of her intent, Kylie reached for a velvet-covered box on the nightstand. She opened it to reveal a sleek, black harness that she held up to the dim light of the bedroom. "This little toy is going to make sure you don't go anywhere without my permission," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Timothee's eyes went wide as she pulled out the device, his heart racing in anticipation. He had never seen anything like it before, but he knew that she had done her research, that she knew exactly what she was doing. He watched as she approached the bed, her hips swaying with a seductive confidence that made his cock throb even more.
With deft hands, Kylie strapped the harness around his balls and the base of his shaft, adjusting it until it fit snugly. She stepped back, her eyes raking over him with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. The harness held him in place, his cock standing tall and proud, begging for attention.
"Now, let's see how much you can handle," she said, her voice a silky promise of pain and pleasure. She took her place between his legs again, her oiled feet sliding up and down his thighs, the friction setting his skin alight. He could feel the cool metal of the harness pressing against his sensitive skin, the constant reminder of his helplessness making him even more aroused.
Timothee's eyes followed her as she pulled out her phone, a smug smile playing on her lips. He knew she enjoyed flaunting her power over him, and the thought of her sharing his desperation with someone else only added to the thrill. She tapped away at the screen, her eyes flicking between the device and his straining cock.
"Hmm, so many messages," she said, her voice a sweet purr. "They all want a piece of these perfect toes." With a flick of her wrist, she brought her feet closer to his face, the arches of her soles taunting him. He could feel the warmth of her body, the heat of her desire radiating off her like a furnace. He leaned in, his mouth watering for a taste, but she was too quick.
Kylie giggled, her toes just grazing his nose as she leaned back, her eyes never leaving his. She began to wiggle her feet, the movement sending a fresh wave of anticipation through him. Her fingernails danced over the sensitive skin of his swollen balls, tracing the outline of the harness. Each touch was a whisper of pain that only served to heighten his pleasure.
With a mischievous smirk, she held her feet up towards the ceiling, spreading her toes in an elegant display. Timothee could see the glistening oil that coated them, the pink polish gleaming in the soft light of the bedroom. He watched, his eyes glazed with lust, as she snapped a picture and posted it to Instagram with a caption that was sure to have his heart racing.
"Now, let's see what everyone has to say about this," she said, her voice filled with excitement. She grabbed her phone, the screen lighting up with a flurry of notifications. As she scrolled through the direct messages and comments, she began to lightly tickle Timothee's balls with the soft bristles of a large makeup brush she had picked up from the floor. Each feathery stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, making him squirm and beg for more.
Timothee watched her face as she read through the messages, his own arousal reaching fever pitch as he listened to her recount the explicit offers and desperate pleas from her adoring fans. "They're all dying to suck on my toes," she said with a wicked smile, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "Some of them would pay anything to feel me squeeze their cocks with my feet." Her words sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through him, his body responding with a deep, guttural groan.
Kylie leaned back slightly, her hand moving to her own clit as she watched his reaction. She began to rub herself in slow, lazy circles, her eyes never leaving Timothee's face. The bristles of the makeup brush grazed his testicles with more force now, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. He could feel the wetness of her arousal against his legs, the scent of it filling the room and driving him wild.
"They want to taste my feet," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "They want to feel me dig my heels into their balls, to smother their faces in my soles." Her hand moved faster on her clit, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Timothee's hips bucked involuntarily, his eyes never leaving the screen as he listened to her recite the filthy messages.
The bristles of the makeup brush danced around his balls, painting a picture of agony and pleasure that had him panting. The sensation grew more intense as she leaned closer, her eyes glued to the phone. "Look at this one," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and arousal. "Someone wants to lick the sweat off my feet after a long day in socks and sneakers."
Timothee's balls felt like they were in a vice, his body taut with need. The thought of Kylie's sweaty feet was too much to handle, the memory of her sweet, musky scent after a workout making his cock throb painfully against the harness. He knew she was doing this on purpose, playing with him like a cat with a mouse, and it only made him want her more.
"Kylie," he moaned, his voice a desperate plea. "I can't... I can't take it anymore."
Her eyes never left the screen as she read more of the explicit messages aloud. "They want to feel the heat of my feet, the sweat on their tongues," she said, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down Timothee's spine.
Her lips hovered over the head of his cock, her breath warm and moist. He felt a bead of precum form, desperate to be released. "What about you?" she asked, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment before returning to the phone. "Do you like the thought of sharing me with other men?"
Timothee's heart raced as she painted a vivid picture of herself with other men, her feet in their faces as they worshipped her. The thought was both terrifying and incredibly arousing, his mind a whirlwind of lust and jealousy. He could feel his orgasm approaching, the pressure building with each passing second.
"Kylie," he moaned, his voice tight with need. "I-I don't know if I can handle it."
Her eyes remained glued to the phone, the screen casting a soft blue glow over her face. "Why don't you tell me how much you love watching me get fucked?" she whispered, her voice a dark seduction. She placed a single, lingering kiss on the tip of his cock, the sensation making him jerk involuntarily.
"Do you want to see me with another man?" she asked, her voice a siren's song that sent waves of both fear and arousal crashing through him. He swallowed hard, his cock pulsing beneath her watchful gaze. The thought of someone else touching her, claiming her, was maddening. Yet the idea of her pleasure, of her powerful allure over others, was intoxicating.
"Yes," he choked out, the word torn from the depths of his soul. The admission was like throwing fuel on the fire of her desire. She smirked, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she leaned in, her plump lips brushing against his cock head in a series of light kisses. Each one sent a bolt of pleasure through him, his body reacting as if she'd just whispered sweet nothings directly into his ear.
"I knew you'd love it," she murmured, her voice a sweet poison that only served to inflame his desires. "But now, it's time for your final test."
Timothee's eyes snapped open, his body trembling with anticipation as Kylie leaned in, her lips hovering just above his cock. He could feel the warmth of her breath, the promise of a kiss that never came. Instead, she spoke, her words a knife that sliced through the air, cutting straight to the core of his fantasies. "I want you to imagine this," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his. "Imagine me, bound to the bed, my legs spread wide for everyone to see. And they're all touching me, baby—tickling my feet, worshipping them with their lips and tongues, while you're here, unable to do anything but watch."
Her voice grew more intense, painting a vivid picture of the erotic scene. "They're going to make me cum over and over, and all you can do is watch them pleasure me with their mouths and hands. And when they're done, when I've had my fill, I'll look over at you, and you'll still be here, hard and desperate, begging me for just one taste."
Timothee's cock strained desperately, his eyes locked onto hers as she continued to wiggle her oiled-up toes out of reach of his face. The sight of her toes, the way they curled and flexed, was almost too much to handle. His body was a taut bowstring, and Kylie's gentle tickling of his balls was the unrelenting tension that kept him on the edge. She leaned in closer, her tongue flicking out to lick the length of his shaft, from base to cock head, her touch as light as a feather yet as potent as a bolt of lightning.
Her movements grew more deliberate, her strokes more precise as she took him in her mouth, her teeth grazing his sensitive skin. He could feel her saliva mixing with the oil, the sensation making him moan with pleasure. Each pass of her tongue was a promise of more to come, each suck a reminder of the power she held over him. Her eyes never left his, the smoldering heat in their depths telling him she was enjoying every moment of his torment.
Timothee's body was a symphony of sensation, the tickling of his balls and the pressure of her mouth on his cock driving him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel his orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to drown him. Kylie's eyes narrowed, her grip tightening around the base of his shaft. She knew he was close. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his hips bucked against her mouth.
With a devious smile, she pulled back, her tongue darting out to flick at the sensitive spot just below the head of his cock—his frenulum. The sensation was like a bolt of electricity, making him jerk against his restraints. Her eyes gleamed with victory as she watched his body react, his face a mask of pleasure and frustration. And then, without warning, she took the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue darting out to tease the small slit at the tip—his urethra.
Timothee's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. He had never experienced anything so intense, so intimate. The feeling of her tongue circling the sensitive opening was almost too much to handle. He could feel the orgasm building within him, his body tightening with each stroke of her tongue.
Kylie's eyes remained locked on his, her smile one of pure dominance. She knew she had him right where she wanted him—desperate and on the edge. She continued her delicate dance, her tongue swirling around the frenulum before moving back to the tip of his cock, her teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin. His body shook violently with each touch, his muscles tensing and releasing as she pushed him closer to the brink.
Suddenly, Timothee couldn't hold back anymore. He erupted with a roar, his hips bucking upwards as he shot the biggest cum shot of his life into the air. But she didn't stop. Her tongue remained steadfast, flicking and licking as the spurts grew weaker and further apart until, with one final, quivering jolt, he was empty.
Kylie's eyes remained locked on his, a smug satisfaction in their depths as she watched the cum paint her face. She didn't miss a beat, her tongue continuing to dance across his frenulum as he pumped the last few drops out. The sensation was overwhelming, sending aftershocks of pleasure through his body that left him trembling.
Timothee lay there, panting, his body slack with release. But Kylie wasn't done yet. With a grace that belied the depravity of their game, she leaned back, her legs still straddling his chest. She brought her feet up to his face, her toes glistening with oil and precum. "You've been such a good boy," she whispered, her voice a sweet caress that seemed to echo in the post-orgasmic silence.
He could see the excitement in her eyes as she waited for his response. And then, with a gentle push, she pressed her feet into his face, her toes curling around his cheekbones. The taste of her was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and musk that made his cock twitch with renewed interest. He opened his mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste her, his eyes closing as he succumbed to the sensation.
Timothee's mind was racing, a maelstrom of emotions swirling through him. He felt a strange mix of pride and humiliation, knowing that Kylie had reduced him to this—a helpless foot cuck. But as her toes slid into his mouth, the only thing that mattered was the pleasure she brought him. He sucked and licked, his tongue dancing over her arches and along the soles of her feet, feeling her body respond to his worship.
The End
