His eyes widened as doug looked down at his kneeling wife who's mouth was coming closer to his pouched manhood. A brief moment of levity entered his brain. Usually it was Him, who ordered her to lick his cock while she was kneeling naked at his feet. In a certain reversal, he was now beseaching her NOT to do it! But because louise was now a pawn being controlled by this Dominating Queen, her tongue was going to cause him excruciating pain, as those needles pressed menacingly against his now flaccid cock.

Again, the bent over man with his arms wrenched awkwardly, with his legs forced wide, while his butt cheeks still burned, forced himself to stay focused on something serious: Iraq; Durfur; The poor people in New Orleans. What were some needles pressed against his dick compared to the suffering going on in those places?

Would his strong-willed mind win, or his natural bodily reaction?