I grab your wrist with the knife still at my throat and roll you over. I force your elbow back and now have the blade at your throat. I stare into you... eyes until you look away, defeated. Youre not a murderer. You dont have it in you pet. Again, that word you hate. Besides, Ill let you go when Im done with you. I look over and see a little tear trickle down your smooth face. But not until IM done with YOU. I leave the room in haste, not stopping to put my clothes back on, so I dont take you. The rough fucking upset his hold on him, causing him to bite him multiply before he could latch on to a good feeding. More blood coursing through him, making him swoon and ache. Feeling his fangs slicing through him again, he squirmed. His hips rocked hard against Nigel, his eyes closed as he knew he would cum now. He could feel his balls swell with the cum again. Nigel nawed him, his teeth puncturing him over and over again. Each worse upon him then the last one, his back arched as he wanted. “Harder, harder,” she yelled some more. I starting thrusting harder, faster, her body writhed under my assault. Just as I felt my balls drawing up tight Kris shrieked in ecstasy and I knew she was coming again. My whole body stiffened and I pumped with one last hard thrust before groaning with the intensity of my own climax. I collapsed on the bed next to her. We laid there, both trying to catch our breath. “You’re not only a nice guy,” said Kris being the first one to be able to talk, “but. Is he on a term or is being head of a Centre at your whim?" It's a four or five year term. He's on his second. I think he's done at the end of next academic year." There's your answer. Six months before, appoint a search committee for a new head. The same committee could run the search for an additional staff member. Prior to that, you might strike an informal group from within the Centre to advise you as to which discipline." Very clever. I get rid of him without pain; the Centre gets a new.