<strong>Disposed of.</strong><br/><br/>Kat stood staring at the man bound to the bed, unable to see who it was standing there with him.  She was still dripping wet, her hair hanging around her face and lungs burning.  His demand was even more outrageous than him wanting her to simply tell him about her sex life.<br/><br/><em>What sex life.</em><br/><br/>She stepped forward, trembling all over.  The man on the bed could hear her, and she could practically feel his fear.  What the hell had Tony been doing to him?  Yet, this poor guy's life rested in her hands and she was supposed to .. make love to him.  Entertain Anthony.  She swallowed thickly and reached for the thin pants the guy wore, sliding them down his legs.  It would be easier if she could see him.<br/><br/>Was it someone she knew?  Someone else who had hurt him?  She couldn't tell with the head covered like that.  Knowing Tony, it was someone in her family, making this even worse.  She wrapped her trembling hand around the cock she exposed and began to stroke him, hoping to give him life that she herself did not feel, arousal she was going to have to fake.<br/><br/><em>What else is new....</em>