Dawn smiled and whispered back, "Good morning Kim. Feeling better?" I nodded my head and held up the glass for some more milk.Aunt Dawn obliged me, an... halfway through my second glass, my raw throat felt food enough to speak in a halfway normal voice. I managed to say. "Good morning, Aunt Dawn." She reached over and gave me a peck on the cheek."Are you hungry?" she asked. I nodded my head. "Pancakes and bacon, okay?" Again, I nodded my head.Dawn became a whirlwind of activity. Soon, a plate. He thoroughlyapproved of how I looked in them.I had been asleep for an hour when I was awakened by Carl calling myname. "Hey Princess, you up?" Yes, Mr. Carl," I answered, blinking the sleep out of my eyes."Your wife wants another pounding, the horny bitch. You won't mind, willyou?" Please, enjoy yourself, Mr. Carl." I had to lay there and listen to thenoises from the bed while my wife had sex with another man. Again. Whenshe climaxed, she went into the "oh gods." This was an eight "oh. The feeling of the hair between her legs brought back the feelings of shame and sexual insecurity that she felt as a teenager, as if by regrowing her bush, she regrew all the innocent self-loathing that had characterized her virginal years. These feelings played into her power play with Annie, as her own shame and misgiving made her adventures in the bathroom all the more exciting.At last, the final day of the bet arrived. Michelle took extra care in getting ready, dressing as sluttily as she. He then started his introduction, ‘Love to you to love.’ He paused for dramatic effect. ‘Such a simple phrase,’ he noticed an odd flickering and turned to realize a couple of lights were malfunctioning. ‘It looks like we are having some technical difficulties,’ he nodded over to Charlie, the maintenance man, who quickly walked through the doors to check out the lights. ‘If I may start over. Love to you to love…’ again he paused. ‘Such a simple phrase, and though it comes not from the bible, it.