She simply scooped it off her face and licked it off her fingers. "You know, Mr. Bailey," she purred, "yours tastes so much better than Tyronne's." I ...took that as a compliment."Look, Whitney, it's time you called me Hugh," and from then on, that's what she called me.The next time she joined me in bed, she wanted to thank me for helping her with the Tyronne problem. It was a pretext for what she really wanted. Whitney needed sex. "Would you help me get off tonight, Hugh? Doing it myself isn't. ” Jeffery whispered.“Don’t just stand there looking stupid! You’ve ruined my entire life! What is your problem? Why do you have to be such a little pervert? All you think about is your dick and jerking off! Why can’t you be normal?”“I don’t know.” Jeffery said.Missy rolled her eyes. She backed away from him and looked down at his stiff little cock.Jeffery felt horrible. He had heard her father coming up the stairs and knew he was coming back to the room. Under the bed he was a sitting duck.. Quieting his outburst, he informed Gretchen, though his eyes remained on Nina, "You saw the worst of us I'm afraid. You saw our battling form, the human with the animal, the most vicious of each." You ... become something else?" asked Gretchen.Wolf nodded. "You saw the intermediate stage. We transform completely unless riled up or challenged. Close the shades, Lou, and set up the screen."Lou nodded and used a long stick with a hook to pull down shades, then grabbed a freestanding screen. The feeling was almost orgasmic just from the release of pressure. Once she was done, she flushed and rushed back into the shower, shivering. Daddy wrapped his arms around her in the water, warming her up. One more quick rinse, and they shut off the water, and he grabbed two big fluffy towels. He lovingly dried her off, head to toe, before drying himself off. Stepping out of the shower, he lead her to his bedroom. She hopped up on the bed on all fours, her ass up in the air for him. Walking up.