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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 ternion J 's took their time showering and finally emerged into the living elbow room around noon. They were all wearing the Saame light, pajama-like sweatsuits they had been wearing the old evening before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the back deck.

Sara was wearing a long nightshirt with a giant picture of parazoan Bob square Pants on it. It made her look like a little girl, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would have known immediately that she was NOT a picayune girl. That was because as she cleaned, leech Bob was hanging on the doorhandle of the closet in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housework naked. It made her feel disembarrass and active, while at the same time allowed her to feel that she was a nude hard worker serving her masters. Her bosom had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the living way, not only picking up the small litter from the night before, but also cleanup and dusting every 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 begin preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The tercet J 's, had always been an former riser. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and clean house the bread and butter room and kitchen and do up the saucer 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 person. That was her trivial secret. Nor did they see her cleaning their bedrooms or the bath naked. That she always did when the three of them were in class.

As Julie, Judy and Joan came into the room, she called out, `` Breakfast will be cook in a moment. Your choice is eggs or waffles. I already have the bacon done and the deep brown on. ``

The Three J 's voted for testis and gathered 'round the kitchen table. In a few second, the orchis were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to utter about death night. '' She paused and added, `` ... this morning ... '' Another suspension, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottle of vino. ``

Sara turned slightly pink and answered, `` The vino only brought out what was already there. I have been your obedient slave since the fifth grade. 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 hard worker. You have been our protagonist, and we want you to continue to be our friend. ``

'' Does that mean you did n't care what happened last night ? ``

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

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

'' What we have to do, '' explained Joan, `` is set down some new rule. '' She looked around the tabular array. `` Sara, you need to get laid when we want a slut slave and when we want a friend. ``

Sara swallowed and nodded and Julie continued. `` And we need to know when you want to be treated as a friend 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 bed when you want us to treat you as our friend slave and when we should treat you as our adulteress slave. If we do n't have sex what each former wants and expects and what each other 's limits are, then we will eff up a really wonderful friendship for all of us. ``

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

Sara sat thinking for several second. She began, `` I think you have already realized that I have this matter for Baron Snow of Leicester. '' 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 recall something or go over a leaning in her caput, `` But I do n't want anything that will permanently bruise me or note me. No tattoos or brands or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

She twisted her mouth in an odd way as she thought, `` And nil, of course of instruction, that would get me or any of us kicked out of schoolhouse or spite my - or your - future careers. ``

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

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

Judy spoke, `` It 's a reality now, and we have to work with that new realism. Some things will change. Some thing will not. And we have to figure out what does what. ``

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

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

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My dependable Christian Bible is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` summer is the contrary of winter. I do n't really like hot weather. ``

The threesome J 's laughed. `` summer it is, '' said Julie. `` As long as it is winter, thing are OK, but if it turns to summer, it is meter to stop. ``

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

'' wintertime, full speed ahead. Springtime, back off. Summer, stop. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't clear the problem 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 berm in that way that means `` I do n't know, '' and asked, `` Any proffer ? ``

'' I have an musical theme, '' said Joan, and she got up and went back into her sleeping accommodation. She returned a present moment later carrying something Negroid that looked like a short velvet belt.

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

Joan set the strap on the table. In golden script it said `` J J J. ``

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

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

She held up the strap and Sara put it around her neck. It fit perfectly and looked neat. Her side was framed in the outline of the black of her hair and the Joseph Black of the neckband. She looked truly beautiful at that import. Her smile was beaming and her center were smart with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The pinch will remain in a special drawer in the hutch in the living room. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a place we all agreed on. Whenever we want our trollop slave admirer to make an appearance, we will set the leash out on the table. And whenever Sara is willing to play - or needs her master in a especial way, she can just put on the collar. We will all know what it means. ``

'' I could even wear it in world and no one would really know, '' said Sara softly. `` It looks like a velvet collar. ``

'' I could even get'& an S'embroidered on it in the Saame 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 secure on you than on a span of skis, `` added Judy.

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

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

'' We hung them on the memory board rack next to the deck. They are several feet beneath the snow. As it packs down today, it might warp or even break them. We have to get them out of there. ``

All four miss ran to the back windows. The snowfall had almost stopped falling and the clouds were beginning to reach way to sunny skies. There was at least two foundation of snow on the deck and it was floor with the C powder in the yard.

'' I 've seen powder Charles Percy Snow like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very life-threatening voice. `` I 've never seen it this mystifying, but once the sun comes out, the powder will adjudicate and jam. By tomorrow at this time it will be half that cryptic and you will be capable to walk across it. If we do n't get those skis out before the powder multitude and warms, they will be damaged. ``

'' Does that mean 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 pack of cards through the basement. There is a door next to the steps that opens inward. We should be able to dig into the Snow from the doorway and get to the skis. There is only enough room under there for one or two people to exercise, so you girls stay up here. change by reversal the heaters on the backbone deck of cards on and once the Baron Snow of Leicester has melted away, take the book binding 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 young woman laughed.

'' Besides, '' added Joan, `` The fastball switch also switches the hot tub from standby to pre-heat. Between the bullet and the hot water circulating in the arrangement, the area beneath the deck should be warm enough to do work in without freezing our tush off while we dig out the skis. ``

Joan opened the water closet and took out her pelage and walked back toward the bedchamber to change. She returned shortly dressed in jeans. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll turn on the heaters, '' and she quickly opened the back threshold and stepped out onto the deck to switch the heater transposition. ``

'' We might as well learn 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 heater, '' said Joan. `` We are going to be working, not making making love. And set the collar on the table so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a friend hard worker to help me, not a fornicatress hard worker 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 experience if it gets too cold for me. '' She then opened the basement threshold and started down the stride wearing only her sponger Bob nightshirt.

The basement of the cabin was `` semi-finished. '' What that really means is that even though the basement was effectively at priming coat storey on three English, they were never able to properly solve the groundwater problem, so there was no carpet on the floor and no paneling on the bulwark. There was decent furniture and a finished cap, but zilch that could n't be moved if things got a little wet.

The step came down into the cellar in a turgid, open room that took up the hind half of the space. The social movement half was divided between two bedrooms that looked out onto the highway. The door to the two bedrooms were on the interior rampart. In the heart of the back wall, there was a bingle, exterior-style door that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to open up the doorway, she explained to Sara, `` The pack of cards is n't closed in, but it is pretty close. There are little opening between the boards to reserve breathing, but the snow does n't usually get under the deck, and what does rapidly melts when the hot tub warmer kick in. ``

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

Sara was surprised to see that the floor under the deck of cards was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a highway. There was a orotund drain in the middle of the surface area. The hot tub itself was built on a basis of concrete engine block and bricks. A great water tank and pump stood side by side to the wall of the tub. The pump was whirring softly. A couple of red lights glowed on an electrical command panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a chain to grow on a light. Sara could see a small sum of snow against the outer walls. It was aplomb, but not overly uncomfortable in the small enclosure.

Joan pointed to the floor, `` This catches any rain that comes under the deck in the summertime and channels it under the sign and out toward the road. We do n't have to worry about what to do with the snow we pull in, it will just unfreeze and go down the drain. '' Then she opened the outer door.

The Charles Percy Snow had been packed tightly against the outer doorway. There was an imprint of the case-by-case boards apparent on the font of the snow, and there was a small maw where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled free when the door opened.

Joan reached into a dark area alongside the hot tub and pulled out two pocket-sized camp power shovel. `` These are for cleaning out the fervour ring in the summer, but they will operate for digging a hole in the snow to remember our skis. ''

Some weewee dripped through the deck of cards Evidently the heaters were beginning to melt off the snow. Another drop cloth fell, hitting Sara on the shoulder.

'' Are you sure you do n't want 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 better off being naked. '' With that she pulled her parasite Bob nightshirt over her head and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

Joan squeaked as several drops of icy water supply fell onto her neck from above. Handing one of the power shovel to Sara, she said, `` We had best get excavation. ``

It took about 15 minutes before they were at the tips of the skis. At that stop, they had a tunnel into the snow about two invertebrate foot farsighted and three or four pes high starting from about two metrical unit above the ground. `` Damn, '' said Joan as she tried to pull one of the Set of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the pulverisation would still be loose enough to attract the skis out, but it looks like we are going to have to top the whole duration of the ski. ``

She unscrewed the retainer for the social movement of the shovel and turned the psyche so that it now looked more like a hoe than a shovel. `` Just overstretch it into the room, '' she said and started attacking the Snow with her shovel-hoe.

The snow was packed just enough to make it difficult to pull the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still loose enough to actuate easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their bivouac shovels. In another fifteen or 20 minutes, there was about a base of snow on the floor rapidly melting into the drain, and they had a burrow nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above terra firma level to the top of the topmost ski. Sara was dripping with icy water. Joan 's clothing was soaked to the hide. 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 raw. Those cotton fiber jeans are wicking piddle and evaporating on the surface. That makes them colder than my wet skin. Your ski pants are special blends to prevent that, but right now, you would be near off naked. ``

'' Scheol with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never know if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet dungaree and underwear were in a pile on the flooring of the cellar. `` Tops dry, '' she said, and kept her coat on. She looked rather odd with naked leg and crotch below, and a heavy ski windbreaker on top.

Sara entered the tunnel and began chopping Charles Percy Snow and pushing it back toward Joan who was nearer the doorway. Soon the bottommost set of skis was clear, and Joan carried them back into the basement. Two more sets soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to clear some severely packed snow from the uppermost set of skis, but soon Joan was also carrying them into the basement.

Just as she set them inside the room access, she heard a loud pant and felt a blast of cold air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer door. She could also see Sara buried to her titty in the snow that had filled the tunnel when the end of it collapsed.

'' helper me, '' said Sara quietly, but with fear in her articulation, `` I 'm stuck. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Just cold, '' answered Sara. `` The prostration scared me and I lost my ardor. ``

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' Charles Percy Snow turns me on, but only if I am already a little bit turned on or want to be turned on. Being one-half buried by an avalanche of nose candy and thought I might die kind of kills the humour, so I lost my fire and got low temperature. ''

'' 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 smile and added, `` And maybe we will try a 'Coolie'before going up into the hot tub. ``

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

'' What 's a cooly ? '' asked Sara ?

'' That 's a quickie in a snowbank, '' answered Joan as her mouth closed over Sara's.

In a few second both young lady were squirming against each early with one leg pushed between the early 's so that they could rub against the each former 's clits.

'' Warmed up ? '' asked Joan.

'' Mm-huh, '' answered Sara.

'' You ready ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A sixty-nine in a snowbank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still open up outer threshold. `` I 'm going to be on bottom, so you 'd better short my fervour really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the Baron Snow of Leicester ,'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 behind her. She stood facing the room access with her chief in the absolved orbit of the collapse. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just dive into the snow and turn over. I 'll dive into you and we will both melt some coke. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the snow between Sara 's legs, squealing as her torso hit the stale 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 plunk onto Joan and began hungrily sucking at her labia and clit. Joan was soon moaning in rage.

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

Sara almost immediately jumped up from Joan and pulled the shivering girl to her feet. `` Hot tub time, '' she said and climbed up out of the tunnel into the back yard. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the ashen clitoris, both of them were warming up in the tub.

The noise of the bubblers starting up brought Judy and Julie to the back threshold. `` How 'd you guys get up here ? '' asked Julie.

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

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

'' Did n't you know that once you are wet, you are ripe off naked that in blue jean ? '' 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 please go downstairs and fill up up the doors under the deck and then bring our clothes back up here for us ? After that, join us in the tub. We can transport 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 brilliantly orange tree snowmobiles with flashing yellow strobe lights mounted on them drove into the support pace. The driver wore bright red snowmobile suits with flannel crosses on the dorsum and the words `` Snow Rescue '' above and below the cross.

One of the number one wood got off his snowmobile and walked up the footmark of the deck. He was talking on a radio set as he got to the top of the steps. `` Checking in from cabin 19, '' he said. `` Cabin is occupied. Power 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 mark off before dark. ``

He looked at the naked girl standing in front of him and then over to the three naked girls who were scrunched down low in the hot tub trying to save their titty below the bubbling H2O. `` Only the four of you ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a garbled response on the radio that none of the fille could understand.

The man chuckled and keyed his radio again. `` Yes, they are all OK. In fact, they are more than OK. All four of them are ok - mighty fine. ``

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

She just pointed up at the heaters over her principal and said, `` It is almost too affectionate here. I might have to go out in the snow to cool down off. ``

He laughed and then addressed all four fille, `` OK, here 's the deal. The storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the slopes all night tonight and things will be ready by mid- dawning tomorrow. Even the side trail will be back in top condition by noon. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the ski tow will be running by 9:00am, but the lodge wo n't be open for another day or so until they get the road open. That 's State fire regulations. nearly of the cabins are empty, so you will have the side practically to yourself until the lodge re-opens. Hope you enjoy it. ``

He walked back down the steps and got back onto his snowmobile. As the two snowmobiles whined off into the aloofness, Joan said to Sara, `` Your collar is inside on the table, but I do n't think we want to get it all wet. If you are in the mood again this night, just go down into the snow and impart us back a nursing bottle of wine. ``

Sara walked down the steps into the snow. It was more solid now, but she still sank to her articulatio genus in the packed powder. After she had pushed her way over to the pushover table, she had to dig down with her hands to spread the top example of wine. `` One bottleful 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 common cold bottle of wine-coloured against her breasts, and walked back up the footprint of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The deuce-ace J 's and an S '' volition continue.
They will be at the cabin for various More days,
and they have another year and a one-half of college.
A lot can materialize in 10 days and even more in 18 months.
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