The older folk had retreated to the edge of the paddock, but worryingly for Fiona, it looked as if they were staying to watch. Aunt Molly had the four young participants gather in a circle around her, making it impossible for Fiona to hide. She was still confused and angry about the lack of assistance she was receiving, but the strict timetable had given her little time to gather her thoughts. Thinking always of the money, she had instinctively decided to go with this for now, even though her legs were beginning to tremble from the cold. At least the sun was breaking through the cloud, so if she followed Aunt Molly's advice and did some exercise, she might be able to warm her body sufficiently to get through the day-and then she planned on raising hell about her unfair treatment so far this morning!

"Okay!" Aunt Molly clapped her hands. "Some stretching exercises to warm up those legs muscles. Right leg out, knee bent, left leg back and straight, and turn to the side."

Fiona kept on clutching her chest as the others took up the position. Aunt Molly looked at her and said, "Fiona? Are you joining us?"

With a muted groan, Fiona realized she had no choice but to follow Aunt Molly's commands. By now she could only assume that if she refused to train with the others, she would automatically default on the terms of the endowment. And there really wasn't any point freezing out here just standing still, so she took a deep breath, and with her arms still wrapped around her, adopted the position as the others were doing.

"That's not quite right, Fiona," Aunt Molly said. "Watch how the rest of us are doing it. Place your right hand on your right knee, and your left hand on your hip."

Fiona looked up at the sky as she hesitantly complied with Aunt Molly's instructions. Her nipples had been jabbing at her arms ever since she had left the warmth of the farmhouse, and she knew that the meager jumpsuit would do nothing to hide the shape of them. Sure enough, Andrew immediately exclaimed, "Holy Christ! She's not wearing a bra!"

"Did you lose your underwear at the airport, too?" Heather laughed.

"No, she's still got her knickers on," said Douglas, "I can see her panty line!"

In spite of the cold, Fiona felt her cheeks glowing. Judging by their amused tone, it was apparent that she wasn't going to get any sympathy from her fellow inheritors. It now occurred to her that maybe they were being deliberately mean to make her want to quit, and thereby take her share of the money too. That thought gave her renewed determination as she tried to ignore the leering expression on the boys' faces. As embarrassing as it was to have her nipples sticking out for all to see, she would just have to get through the day. Tomorrow, come hell or high water, she would get hold of some new, far less revealing, sportswear.

After a few minutes, Aunt Molly had them change posture. "Legs apart and bend forward. Try to place your hands on the ground, and one, two, thee, straighten up, arms above your head, and stretch up. That's it. Try not to fall over Andrew. And Fiona, you can open your legs wider than that, I'm sure!"

As she leaned forward and looked through her open legs, Fiona spotted Uncle Archie leaning against the fence and checking out her ass! Horrified, she jumped up and placed her hands over her butt cheeks.

"What is it now Fiona?" Aunt Molly said.

Fiona nodded toward Uncle Archie. "Does he have to stand there and watch?"

"I think my brother is entitled to stand wherever he likes on his own land," Aunt Molly said stiffly.

"B-But he's looking at-" Fiona began.

"Looking at what?" Heather interrupted. "Mr. Finn, it's not fair on us if she's going to be disrupting this class every two minutes!"

"Aye, we're all cold out here!" Douglas said. "The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get inside!"

Maurice frowned and said, "Fiona, I should remind you that as one of the executors of Edith Campbell's estate, I have unconditional authority to determine whether any of the named heirs have broken the terms of the inheritance."

"But-"

"I'm afraid there are no more buts, Miss Campbell. Either you continue the class without any more interruptions, or I shall be forced to declare your behavior in violation of the conditions of the will."

Fiona blinked at him in astonishment. He wasn't exactly being hostile, but his suddenly official tone had caught her off guard. And his words were crystal clear-she was on her final strike! This was it then. She could walk right now, or carry on without any further protest.

"Well, Fiona?" Aunt Molly said. "Are we ready to continue?"

Making a mental note to locate her phone and call Mr. Ewing in New York as soon as possible, Fiona nodded curtly and got back into position.

 

 

*

 

 

Gordon watched contentedly as Fiona's unfettered breasts bounced around inside the gray jumpsuit. The stretching exercises had been a delight to behold, and he hadn't been required to use much of his filthy imagination to imagine her actually posing naked for him. Every subtle dip and curve of her slender body was clearly defined by the figure hugging garment, and thanks to the cool weather, the underdressed girl's nipples had been standing to attention the whole time!

Now the kids were doing some aerobics to get the heart pumping, and the sight of Fiona's lithe body jumping up and down was enough to also get Gordon's blood rushing down to his dick! But as much as her trim figure aroused him, it was the look of embarrassment on her cute face that captivated him more. Her dark eyes flitted around constantly to see who was watching her, and of course, all of the men, young and old, as well as butch Aunt Molly, were taking every opportunity possible to ogle her.

There was still plenty of defiance to be seen in those intelligent eyes however, and the young lady had no doubt resolved to endure today's indignities in order to fight another day. If she was the gold digger they thought she was, then she was probably prepared to put up with much more than this if it meant claiming her share of the endowment. Unfortunately for her, if Maurice's additional evidence came through, then not only would the money not be forthcoming, but her debasement would escalate dramatically!

As Aunt Molly began teaching the group a few basic dance steps, Gordon sidled over to Uncle Archie. "She seems to be settling down, does she not?'

"Well, money is a great motivator," Uncle Archie said. "But do you see the fire in her eyes?"

"Indeed I do," Gordon said. "Her spirit's going to take some breaking, I fancy."

"There's the sport of it," Uncle Archie said. "I would expect nothing less." He tore his eyes away from Fiona and grinned at Gordon. "I'm guessing you've already got plenty of ideas for her once Maurice gives us the green light."

Gordon gazed fondly at the exposed lower halves of Fiona's firm buttocks as she flexed her calves in time to Aunt Molly's beat. "Oh, aye. By the time I'm done with her, the poor lass will have wished she'd never left New York-if she even remembers it, that is. Because by then her whole world will have become the Isle of Brae, and her only purpose in life will be to serve, obey, and entertain!"