. don't let anybody take advantage of you. How much do you need to be convinced? First Osborn, your professor, then the photographer, then the dog, yo...rself, Carrie... and now Ed... ? Either submit or leave. Submit or leave... submit or leave... the words echoed in her head, rattling, battling with her better, higher, more rational senses.Submit... came the answer in bold, scarlet letters.Submit, she did.Ed's creeping fingers reached her pubic mound and she felt a shiver of... excitement! Then. She panted then opened her eyes took into his. He waited until the pain left her eyes. He smiled, kissed her again then slowly started to move in her. 
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