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Julie, Judy, and Joan slept until after eleven. By the time they had awakened, Sara had the cabin completely cleaned and straightened up. The trine J 's took their time showering and finally emerged into the living elbow room around noon. They were all wearing the same visible radiation, pajama-like sweatsuits they had been wearing the previous evening before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the back deck.

Sara was wearing a retentive nightshirt with a giant picture of Sponge Bob Square Pants on it. It made her look like a piddling female child, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would feature known immediately that she was NOT a little girl. That was because as she cleaned, leech Bob was hanging on the doorknob of the W.C. in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housework naked. It made her palpate exempt and active, while at the same time allowed her to feel that she was a au naturel slave serving her masters. Her breast had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the living room, not only picking up the minor litter from the dark before, but also cleaning and dusting every Earth's surface in the room. When she heard The Three J 's begin stirring, she scurried over to put on her night shirt and then went into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The triplet J 's, had always been an early on riser. In their flat at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and clean the living room and kitchen and do up the lulu from the night before. She always did this naked, and just like this morning, when she heard The Three J 's beginning to stir, she would put on her nightshirt and begin preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleaning in the nude. That was her fiddling secret. Nor did they see her cleaning their bedrooms or the bathrooms naked. That she always did when the three of them were in class.

As Julie, Judy and Joan came into the elbow room, she called out, `` Breakfast will be gear up in a moment. Your choice is testis or waffles. I already have the bacon done and the coffee on. ``

The Three J 's voted for ball and gathered 'round the kitchen table. In a few moments, the eggs were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to sing about endure night. '' She paused and added, `` ... this morning ... '' Another pause, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottleful of wine-coloured. ``

Sara turned slightly pink and answered, `` The wine only brought out what was already there. I have been your obedient slave since the one-fifth ground level. I like it. I enjoy serving you. And you have always protected me and taken care of me. ``

Joan continued, `` But you have not always been our slut slave. You have been our Friend, and we want you to keep on to be our friend. ``

'' Does that mean you did n't like what happened lastly night ? ``

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was fabulous. It would almost be sufficiency to make me contribute up on men. '' She turned slightly red and continued, `` But sex has a way of messing up friendly relationship, and The Three J 's and an S have been together for a long time. ``

'' Does that mean we ca n't do anything like last Nox again ? '' asked Sara. The fear and disappointment in her representative was obvious.

'' What we have to do, '' explained Joan, `` is set down some new rules. '' She looked around the table. `` Sara, you need to have a go at it when we want a slut slave and when we want a friend. ``

Sara swallowed and nodded and Julie continued. `` And we need to hump when you want to be treated as a ally and when you wanted to be treated as a slave. ``

'' I am always your hard worker, '' answered Sara.

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to know when you want us to address you as our booster slave and when we should treat you as our loose woman striver. If we do n't experience what each other wants and expects and what each former 's limits are, then we will screw up a really wonderful friendship for all of us. ``

Joan took Sara 's hand and asked, `` Sara, what are your limits. What is it that turns you on and what do n't you want or wo n't allow. ``

Sara sat thinking for various minutes. She began, `` I think you have already realized that I have this thing for Charles Percy Snow. '' Everyone laughed. `` And it is pretty obvious that once I am turned on, spanking really takes me over the edge. ``

She looked up like she was trying to call in something or go over a tilt in her head, `` But I do n't require anything that will permanently bruise me or distinguish me. No tattoos or brand name or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

She twisted her mouth in an odd way as she thought, `` And naught, of course, that would get me or any of us kicked out of school day or hurt my - or your - future careers. ``

Joan nodded her head. `` It sounds like you have thought about this a little. ``

'' Fantasized is more like it, '' answered Sara, lowering her eye and staring at the table. `` But I never thought any of this would become anything but a phantasy. ``

Judy spoke, `` It 's a realness now, and we have to cultivate with that new reality. Some things will change. Some affair will not. And we have to cypher out what does what. ``

Julie asked suddenly, as if she had just thought of it, `` Do you have a safe word ? ``

Everyone looked at her and she stammered out, `` I read the book of account ... and some stories on line ..."She turned bright red. `` OK, a lot of stories on wrinkle, but I know what a safe give-and-take is. ``

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My rubber word of honor is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` Summer is the inverse of winter. I do n't really care hot atmospheric condition. ``

The terzetto J 's laughed. `` Summertime it is, '' said Julie. `` As long as it is winter, affair are OK, but if it turns to summer, it is time to end. ``

Joan added, `` Then the logical 'slow down'word would be 'springtime .'If things are getting close to summertime, then 'springtime'tells us to back off. ``

'' winter, broad amphetamine ahead. Springtime, back off. summertime, diaphragm. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't solve the trouble of how we know for sure whether or not the Snow is falling - or about to fall, '' said Judy, who then raised her hands and shoulder in that way that means `` I do n't be intimate, '' and asked, `` Any suggestion ? ``

'' I have an idea, '' said Joan, and she got up and went back into her sleeping room. She returned a moment later carrying something blacken that looked like a brusque velvet belt.

'' This is one of three I bought online a while back to use as a strap to hold my skis together for computer storage. It has a Velcro catch that will grip at almost any size and it has my initials embroidered on it in gold. The lonesome problem is that it is n't waterproof. I ended up throwing out the other two after only one season because they were so water damaged from melted nose candy. ``

Joan set the strap on the mesa. In prosperous script it said `` J J J. ``

Sara said, `` The triad J 's. ''

To which Joan answered, `` And also my initials.- Joan Book of Judith Johnson. ``

She held up the strap and Sara put it around her neck. It fit perfectly and looked corking. Her face was framed in the outline of the black of her hair and the black of the collar. She looked truly beautiful at that present moment. Her smiling was beaming and her eyes were burnished with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The arrest will stay in a special drawer in the shanty in the bread and butter room. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a property we all agreed on. Whenever we want our slut slave friend to hold an appearance, we will set the collar out on the board. And whenever Sara is volition to wreak - or needs her masters in a special way, she can just put on the collar. We will all know what it means. ``

'' I could even wear it in public and no one would really roll in the hay, '' said Sara softly. `` It looks like a velvet throttler. ``

'' I could even get'& an S'embroidered on it in the Sami thread '' added Joan.

"I like it the way it is,"replied Sara.

'' That sounds like we have that figured out - more or less, '' said Julie.

'' And that will look much better on you than on a pair of skis, `` added Judy.

'' Our skis ! ! ! '' shouted Joan suddenly, as she jumped to her feet, her heart wide open.

Everyone was looking at her with questioning feeling on their faces.

'' We hung them on the storage wheel next to the pack of cards. They are several feet beneath the snow. As it packs down today, it might heave or even die them. We have to get them out of there. ``

All four girls ran to the back Windows. The snow had almost stopped falling and the clouds were beginning to give way to sunny skies. There was at to the lowest degree two feet of coke on the pack of cards and it was level with the snow pulverisation in the railway yard.

'' I 've seen powder blow like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very good voice. `` I 've never seen it this abstruse, but once the sun comes out, the powder will settle down and pack. By tomorrow at this prison term it will be half that deep and you will be able to walk across it. If we do n't get those skis out before the powder inner circle and warms, they will be damaged. ``

'' Does that mean value we have to go out there and shovel our way down to the ground ? '' whined Julie.

'' No, '' answered Joan, `` Sara and I will go under the deck of cards through the basement. There is a door next to the steps that opens inward. We should be able to dig into the C. P. Snow from the room access and get to the skis. There is only enough room under there for one or two hoi polloi to knead, so you girls stick around up here. Turn the heaters on the back deck of cards on and once the snow has melted away, take the covers off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this afternoon. ``

Judy smirked, and Joan added - `` to soak and warm up. ''

All four missy laughed.

'' Besides, '' added Joan, `` The heater switch also switches the hot tub from understudy to pre-heat. Between the heaters and the hot water circulating in the organisation, the area beneath the deck should be warm enough to work in without freezing our nates off while we dig out the skis. ``

Joan opened the W.C. and took out her coat and walked back toward the bedroom to shift. She returned shortly dressed in dungaree. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll turn on the warmer, '' and she quickly opened the back door and stepped out onto the deck to alternate the smoke replacement. ``

'' We might as well watch some TV until you guys get finished, '' said Julie.

'' Yell for us if you need help, `` added Judy as they sat down on the couch.

'' Sara, you might want to put on something warmer, '' said Joan. `` We are going to be working, not making love. And set the collar on the tabular array so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a friend slave to avail me, not a slut slave to eat me out ''

'' I 'm always ready to be - or do - either. '' answered Sara.

Joan started to put on her coat and Sara continued, `` And I 'll let you hump if it gets too insensate for me. '' She then opened the basement door and started down the steps wearing only her Sponge Bob nightshirt.

The cellar of the cabin was `` semi-finished. '' What that really means is that even though the basement was effectively at ground tier on three sides, they were never able to properly solve the groundwater job, so there was no rug on the floors and no paneling on the walls. There was decent article of furniture and a finished roof, but naught that could n't be moved if matter got a piffling wet.

The stairs came down into the basement in a large, open room that took up the cover half of the blank space. The front half was divided between two bedroom that looked out onto the highway. The doors to the two bedchamber were on the interior wall. In the heart of the back rampart, there was a one, exterior-style door that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to unfold the door, she explained to Sara, `` The deck of cards is n't closed in, but it is pretty close. There are little gaps between the circuit board to allow respiration, but the blow does n't usually get under the pack of cards, and what does rapidly melts when the hot tub heaters kick in. ``

Joan went through the doorway. `` Watch your footmark, '' she instructed as she stepped down six to eight inches.

Sara was surprised to see that the floor under the deck was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a highway. There was a tumid drain in the middle of the area. The hot tub itself was built on a groundwork of concrete stoppage and bricks. A large water supply tank and pump stood next to the wall of the tub. The pump was whirring softly. A distich of red lights glowed on an electrical control panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a string to plough on a light. Sara could see a small quantity of snow against the outer bulwark. It was nerveless, but not overly uncomfortable in the belittled enclosure.

Joan pointed to the story, `` This catches any rainwater that comes under the deck of cards in the summer and communication channel it under the house and out toward the route. We do n't suffer to worry about what to do with the snow we pull in, it will just melt and go down the waste pipe. '' Then she opened the outer door.

The snow had been packed tightly against the outer door. There was an impression of the item-by-item plug-in apparent on the brass of the C, and there was a small mess where the lever- like doorhandle had been pulled liberal when the door opened.

Joan reached into a black surface area alongside the hot tub and pulled out two humble camp spadeful. `` These are for cleaning out the fire halo in the summertime, but they will ferment for digging a kettle of fish in the C to retrieve our skis. ''

Some water dripped through the pack of cards Evidently the heaters were beginning to run off the snow. Another pearl fell, hitting Sara on the shoulder.

'' Are you sure you do n't require to go put on something warmer, '' asked Joan.

'' It would just get wet, '' answered Sara, `` and once your clothes are soaked - especially denim, you are skillful off being naked. '' With that she pulled her leech Bob nightshirt over her head and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

Joan squeaked as several free fall of icy water fell onto her cervix from above. Handing one of the excavator to Sara, she said, `` We had best get digging. ``

It took about fifteen minutes before they were at the tip of the skis. At that period, they had a burrow into the snow about two feet tenacious and three or four metrical unit high starting from about two human foot above the background. `` red cent, '' said Joan as she tried to pull one of the sets of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the pulverisation would still be loose decent to pull the skis out, but it looks like we are going to have to clear the hale length of the ski. ``

She unscrewed the servant for the front man of the excavator and turned the headland so that it now looked more like a hoe than a shovel. `` Just rend it into the way, '' she said and started attacking the Charles Percy Snow with her shovel-hoe.

The snow was packed just enough to make it difficult to extract the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still sluttish enough to strike easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their encampment digger. In another fifteen or twenty minutes, there was about a foundation of blow on the floor rapidly melting into the drainpipe, and they had a tunnel nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above ground stratum to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy piddle. Joan 's clothing was soaked to the skin. Surprisingly, it was Joan, not Sara who was shivering.

'' How do you do that ? '' asked Joan. `` I 'm freezing, and you 're the one who is naked. ``

'' I told you that once you are wet, it is better if you are naked. Those cotton fiber denim are wicking water and evaporating on the airfoil. That makes them cold-blooded than my wet cutis. Your ski drawers are special portmanteau to prevent that, but right now, you would be best off naked. ``

'' hell on earth with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never have it off if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet jeans and underwear were in a sight on the story of the cellar. `` crest dry, '' she said, and kept her coat on. She looked rather odd with naked peg and fork below, and a heavy ski parka on top.

Sara entered the tunnel and began chopping snowfall and pushing it back toward Joan who was nearer the doorway. Soon the bottommost set of skis was crystallize, and Joan carried them back into the basement. Two more than lot soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to realize some hard packed snowfall from the uppermost set of skis, but soon Joan was also carrying them into the basement.

Just as she set them inside the doorway, she heard a tawdry gasp and felt a blast of frigid air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer door. She could also see Sara buried to her breasts in the snow that had filled the tunnel when the end of it collapsed.

'' Help me, '' said Sara quietly, but with reverence in her interpreter, `` I 'm stuck. ``

Joan hurried into the tunnel and pulled on Sara 's outstretched weaponry. She could n't budge her.

'' You need to clear some of the snow first. '' said Sara. Then she added quickly, `` Make sure you do n't hit my feet. ``

Joan grabbed her power shovel and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the snow from the tunnel. It only took a few minutes until she was within inches of Sara 's legs. She threw her shovel back into the field under the deck and again pulled on Sara 's arms. This time, Sara pulled unloosen from the snow.

When they both got back beneath the deck, Sara was shivering violently. `` Are you OK ? '' Joan asked.

'' Just cold, '' answered Sara. `` The collapse scared me and I lost my fire. ``

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' Snow turns me on, but only if I am already a piffling bit turned on or need to be turned on. Being half buried by an avalanche of snow and mentation I might die kind of kill the mood, so I lost my fervency and got inhuman. ''

'' So, '' asked Joan, `` if I were really turned on, the snow would n't be cold to me ? ``

'' Maybe not, '' answered Sara. `` It works for me, but it might not work for everyone. ``

Joan said, `` Then lets get you warmed back up. '' She gave her a strange grin and added, `` And maybe we will try a 'Coolie'before going up into the hot tub. ``

Joan threw her coat into the cellar and lifted her sweatshirt over her head.

'' What 's a coolie ? '' asked Sara ?

'' That 's a band aid in a snowbank, '' answered Joan as her oral cavity closed over Sara's.

In a few moments both girls were squirming against each former with one leg pushed between the former 's so that they could rub against the each other 's clits.

'' Warmed up ? '' asked Joan.

'' Mm-huh, '' answered Sara.

'' You cook ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A sixty-nine in a snowbank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still open air outer room access. `` I 'm going to be on backside, so you 'd better light my flak really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the snow ,'we will run up and jump in the hot tub. ``

Sara giggled, said, `` Let 's go, '' and ran out into the tunnel with Joan right field behind her. She stood facing the door with her head in the clear arena of the collapse. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just nosedive into the Charles Percy Snow and play over. I 'll plunge into you and we will both melt some coke. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the snow between Sara 's pegleg, squealing as her soundbox hit the cold ground. Then she immediately turned over so she was face up between Sara 's legs..

Sara also did exactly as she had said she would and literally dove onto Joan and began hungrily sucking at her labia and clit. Joan was soon moaning in passion.

Joan returned the party favor and tongued and licked between Sara 's pegleg. Within instant both were crying out in climax.

Sara almost immediately jumped up from Joan and pulled the shivering miss to her invertebrate foot. `` Hot tub time, '' she said and climbed up out of the tunnel into the back curtilage. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the white button, both of them were warming up in the tub.

The haphazardness of the drinking fountain starting up brought Judy and Julie to the back door. `` How 'd you guys get up here ? '' asked Julie.

'' Skis are in the basement, '' responded Joan, `` but the snow collapsed on us and we had to come out through the tunnel into the backrest yard.

'' So where are your clothes ? '' asked Judy with her typical smirk.

'' Did n't you know that once you are wet, you are better off naked that in denim ? '' answered Joan.

'' It was very wet down there, '' added Sara, trying to sound serious as they both dissolved into laughter.

Joan asked, `` Would you two delight go downstairs and close up the door under the deck and then add our wearing apparel back up here for us ? After that, join us in the tub. We can send Sara out for wine later. ``

A few minutes later Judy and Julie came back out on the deck of cards. Judy was wearing her short robe, but Julie was naked. They had just joined Joan and Sara in the hot tub when the four of them hear the whine of snowmobile engines.

Two bright orange snowmobiles with flashing yellowed strobe lights mounted on them get into the back grand. The driver wore undimmed red snowmobile courtship with ovalbumin crosses on the book binding and the Son `` Snow delivery '' above and below the cross.

One of the device driver got off his snowmobile and walked up the stair of the deck. He was talking on a wireless set as he got to the top of the stone's throw. `` Checking in from cabin 19, '' he said. `` Cabin is occupied. office is on. ``

Sara got out of the tub and walked over to him. `` May I help you ? '' she asked.

He took off his goggles and smiled at her and answered, `` Maybe later. Right now, we have over thirty more cabins to check before nighttime. ``

He looked at the naked miss standing in front of him and then over to the three naked young lady who were scrunched down low in the hot tub trying to keep their breasts below the bubbling water. `` Only the four of you ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

He keyed his radio, `` Four occupants. All four occupier accounted for. ``

There was a unconnected answer on the wireless that none of the lady friend could understand.

The man chuckled and keyed his tuner again. `` Yes, they are all OK. In fact, they are Thomas More than OK. All four of them are fine - mighty mulct. ``

He smiled at Sara, clipped the radio back on his belt, and said, `` You might want to get back in the tub to last out warm, miss. ''

She just pointed up at the heaters over her brain and said, `` It is almost too warmly here. I might accept to go out in the snowfall to cool off. ``

He laughed and then addressed all four girls, `` OK, here 's the good deal. The storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the gradient all dark tonight and matter will be ready by mid- morning time tomorrow. Even the side trail will be back in top condition by midday. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the lifts will be running by 9:00am, but the lodge wo n't be subject for another day or so until they get the route open. That 's DoS fire ordinance. virtually of the cabins are empty, so you will feature the slopes practically to yourself until the lodge re-opens. Hope you enjoy it. ``

He walked back down the stride and got back onto his snowmobile. As the two snowmobiles whined off into the length, Joan said to Sara, `` Your apprehension is inside on the mesa, but I do n't think we want to get it all wet. If you are in the modality again this evening, just go down into the Snow and bring us back a feeding bottle of wine. ``

Sara walked down the measure into the snow. It was more satisfying now, but she still sank to her knees in the packed powder. After she had pushed her way over to the picnic table, she had to dig down with her hands to unfold the top case of vino. `` One feeding bottle or two, '' she called out as she reached into the case.

'' One for now, '' yelled back Judy.

'' We can send you back for more later, '' added Julie.

Sara smiled, held the stale bottle of wine against her tit, and walked back up the whole tone of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The Three J 's and an S '' volition continue.
They will be at the cabin for several more days,
and they have another yr and a half of college.
A lot can come about in 10 days and even more in 18 months.
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