They uploaded profiles, maintained the website, enabled job listings, answered phones and e-mails. We paid them a flat rate plus transaction fees. It ...as easier than hourly. A couple of years later we started reselling their work world-wide. That alone was $17 million the first year. Net. Ten years later, the net from that division was approaching a quarter billion a year. But I digress. I was beginning to wonder if I was relevant any more. I was bullshitting with Nate and Janice one day while. She was telling me about her father's estate at home, and the things she liked to do in her spare time. She was also telling me what she was studying while she was here in the United States. She was doing both of these things because I had asked, and I was leaning my chin on my hand and looking into her eyes with an air of intense interest, hoping she wouldn't notice that my leading comments and questions would, if one were observant, belie the fact that I was actually paying no attention. I had to avoid wasting that liquid even if accidentally leaked out along my legs off my cunt. I finally climaxed, moaning from so much lust with my legs shaking but this guy wouldn’t care. I was also wasted by the regular pump of the rod! The damnfucker woudn’t let me faint. He grabbed me by the hair instead and kept pounding me wildly while raising my hips in a levelled position. He wouldn’t stop even if his legs were shaking too, perhaps he was about to cum, for he squeezed me. I fell on the bed crying and hurt, and we cuddled each other trying to sooth the pain that we were both going through; Kathy, with the pain of another miscarriage, and the news from the doctor that if she became pregnant again too soon, that it may kill her and probably the baby too. Of course, my pain was two-fold first was the pain in my hand, and the other was the pain in my heart that if I didn't straighten up, I could conceivably kill my wife if I made love to her again and made her.