The blade had enough momentum to go in deep and will be tough to pull out. It is no matter because the knife severs the femoral artery and has likely ...one deep enough to cut the femoral vein. There is a copious quantity of blood pulsing out of his leg. The shock will keep him out of the fight. In less than a minute, he will run out of blood. Blood chokes kill much faster than an air choke. In a little over two minutes, there will be no saving him.Unfortunately, I was too focused on my killing. My pack interjected on my behalf, “She can join you!” I gave them my ‘I’ll kill you for this eyes’ I gave in. “Fine, just one” He led me to his private table on the roof top and had them serve us some exotic dish. We talked about general stuff; I didn’t want to get too personal. I was warming up to him though; we had so much in common and we chattered the night away.The mood was set, the music was enchanting and the candles where were flickering beautifully sparking a magnetic attraction. She hadn't finished her drink. "I'll finish my drink dear, I won't be long". Her husband gave a nod, said a very unconvincedly 'goodnight' and departed.The atmosphere immediately changed. For his part leaving his wife alone, in the company of Muslim men, was something that any other man would have avoided. However, their marriage was a sham. It was totally loveless; the only thing that held it together was 'responsibility'. He really had no interest in his wife what so ever. "Your husband does. Alan was between the girls who were absently stroking his stiff cock and fluid balls while they watched Mr Datchet plough into his daughter's behind while she sucked her brother's cock. They broke their reverie as the nuns approached them."What a blessed thing that is, young man. May I?" one of the nuns asked pointing to Alan's erect member. Without waiting for an answer she bent down to softly stroke the rampant flesh. "Mmm, quite lovely." Ahem." Coughed Aunt Polly gaining attention. "Really,.