Yes! Of course she does.

You try desperately to settle your mind, to think unsexy thoughts. As you look at the smoking hot Russian lasciviously looking over your body your cock has other ideas. It juts forward proudly, fully erect. You try to shrug it off. "Yeah, happy to see you..."

As Natali looks you over her eyebrows raise. She looks up at your face. "Okay, who the hell are you?"

You stammer and sputter, "What do you mean baby...I'm your husband...I'm..." You are terrified; all of you but your dick anyways.

"Just stop." She says raising her hand, "My husband doesn't have those muscles. And you don't get those in just a few days. My husband needs his little blue pills to get that excited. And..." she pauses, "...my husband isn't as...naturally gifted...as that." She looks back down to your package. "Not nearly so."

"I...I'm...er....but...oh god..." You are sure your life is in dire peril, but you have no idea of what to do next. With one shout she could have her goons in here in an instant. You stand there scared out of your wits and sporting the hardest boner you'd ever had. You were at her mercy.