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 c**k 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. She gave me a frown, and I tried to apologize to her with my eyes. She unzipped me and slid her little hand in. Then she grasped my c**k and pulled it out. f**k, I still loved
