After a quick breakfast of cereal she headed out hoping perhaps if she finished the chores she could head into town. She had a bit of money left, thou...gh she was told she would wait till the fall for job. She was nearly done when she went to take some buckets into the old barn when her Grandfather appeared and she knew from the look he was giving her, it was not over.He walked over to her. "Get over there to the saw horse and lean over it now."She shook her head whimpering. "No."He ripped her. They had been making out and her hand drifted down to his pants and she slipped her hand inside his boxers. He heard her gasp and she sat back, her eyes wide. "Fuck, that's big", she said. "Let me see it." He'd proudly stood up and disrobed, allowing his dick to be free.It was rock hard, almost twelve inches long and as thick around as his wrist. "That's huge", she said and she leaned down and began licking his dick head. But it quickly became apparent that she wasn't going to be able to suck. Then I heard the swish of the riding crop cutting the air and then slapping across my bare ass cheeks. With a yelp I immediately rolled into an upright position on my knees and as expected, “Ja, Mistress.” She purred her approval.“Stand up! Fredrick, take his hood off. I want him to be able to see and I want his wife to see what happens…” I felt the Mountain move up behind me and fingers undid a clasp at the back of the hood and I was free to see and hear. Mistress Diamoond was dress all. I had no answer for that."What's for dinner?" she finally said."I'll let you know," I smiled.I'd wanted a chance to get to know Jill. Apparently that wish was about to come true. Perhaps not as quickly as I would have liked, though. After I'd scrounged up a fairly nice meal — nice being defined as a meal that a) didn't make either of us ill and b) included a vegetable — Jill announced that she had a few phone calls to make. Either there were more than a few, or Jill's phone calls lasted a lot.