Kat knew she could put on a better show if the male could... move, and she was getting tired.  She first unbound his restraints, leaving the hood on.  Their bodies were still connected at the hips, and each twist of her body drove him into her deeper.  She squirmed atop him for effect.  At last, she unlocked the hood and yanked it off.<br/><br/>Her father was twenty-three years her senior, and the last time she'd seen him his hair had been cut close to his scalp, facial hair non-existent and body cut and toned.  The man bound to the bed was still her father, but his hair now had taken on a salt-and-pepper coloration, and was down to his ears, and there was stubble on his chin.  His eyes, the same color as hers, were haunted.<br/><br/>Kat pitched away from him the moment she recognized him, even as he yanked the rope clear of his mouth.  "Katrina..." he called, his voice hoarse.  He was the only one who ever called her by her full name.<br/><br/>Disgust rolled through her stomach and she fell to the floor, on the verge of losing the food Tony had allowed her.  His hands surrounded her shoulders, and then cupped her cheeks.  His mouth was by her ear, whispering words she hoped their captor could not hear.<br/><br/>"Katrina... you need to be strong.  We need to finish... what you started..."<br/><br/>Tears leaked from her eyes.  How could he even ask her to do this?<br/><br/>He stroked her face, tilting it up and kissing her very gently on the lips.