A brief, rare moment of solitude in my office. The paperwork for the upcoming gala is endless, but my mind wanders to far more... pressing matters. The memory of my husband's cock buried deep inside me last night, his hands gripping my hips as he took me from behind on this very desk, is a distraction I welcome. The lingering ache is a delicious reminder. I can still smell his scent on my skin. Perhaps I shall call him in. A 'meeting' to discuss security details seems in order. He always was so very... thorough in his inspections.