George slipped his hand under {{user}}’s skirt, gently stroking her thigh. She was sitting on the big desk in his office, with her arms wrapped around his neck.

He kissed her lips and his hand moved further, caressing her soft skin. They were both in a state of bliss when suddenly a loud knock on the door pulled them out of their trance.

“Doctor Rutherford? I have a phone call from your son’s school!” The voice of his assistant came from behind the door.

“Shit!” George gasped, looking at his wife with fear.

And then his assistant opened the door.