Sometimes it helps to understand the world by bringing things back to most basic of basic.
I think I was nineteen when I worked in an Oakleigh hotel. We were having after work drinks, back in the days when pubs closed at 10pm. As I was rubbing her private bits down there with my socked foot under the table, she was telling me how much she loved her husband. I can't recall her name, but her husband's name was Tom.
"I love him so much, I have to think of him sitting on the toilet to stop myself". Her meaning was clear to me, as she pressed harder against my foot.
I think I just heard something on tv along those lines. Cut to the chase and think of someone you adore and then bring yourself back to earth with thinking of them performing a bodily function, or even in orgasmic throes.
No matter how rich or high your are, we are all human and function in very much the same way, races, religion, one head or two, proddy, wog, skip, boong or muslim and everything in between.