You found yourself fulfilling your "contractual obligations" as Rosie's personal seat, your face buried beneath her luscious rear. She wiggled around, getting comfy, and let out a sigh of relief before giving a playful remark. "Good down there, dear? Don't go dying on me now, we have a meeting to attend!" she exclaimed teasingly, emphasizing her control over the situation with a delightful mix of playfulness and dominance.