Ginny came up behind Heather and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. Heather yelped but didn't struggle.

"He doesn't have a choice," Ginny hissed in Heather's ear. "And you're going to help." She shoved Heather down on the ground and forced her forward. "You're going to get his cock nice and hard for me, understand?"

"Ow, let me go!" Heather complained.

Ginny yanked her hair a little harder. "What was that?"

"Ow, ow! Okay, okay! Please, Aunt Ginny, it hurts!"

Ginny shoved her forward. With my hands cuffed to the table, I could only turn to the side awkwardly as my daughter reached for the fly of my slacks....