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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 Three J 's took their metre showering and finally emerged into the keep room around noon. They were all wearing the like light, pajama-like sweatsuit they had been wearing the previous 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 Sponge 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 little girl. That was because as she cleaned, Sponge Bob was hanging on the doorknob of the water closet in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housework naked. It made her feel free and alert, while at the Saami clip allowed her to feel that she was a naked slave serving her skipper. Her titty had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the living room, not only picking up the fry litter from the Night before, but also cleanup and dusting every surface in the room. When she heard The tierce 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 trey J 's, had always been an early riser pipe. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and make clean the living room and kitchen and do up the dish aerial from the Nox 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 get down preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleanup in the nude painting. That was her little undercover. Nor did they see her cleaning their sleeping accommodation 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 ready in a present moment. Your choice is eggs or waffles. I already have the bacon done and the coffee on. ``

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

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

Joan continued, `` But you have not always been our slut hard worker. You have been our supporter, and we want you to proceed to be our friend. ``

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

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

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

'' What we have to do, '' explained Joan, `` is set down some new rules. '' She looked around the table. `` Sara, you need to know when we want a jade slave and when we want a protagonist. ``

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

'' I am always your slave, '' answered Sara.

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to know when you want us to treat you as our friend slave and when we should process you as our slut slave. If we do n't know what each early wants and expects and what each early 's demarcation line are, then we will screw up a really wonderful friendly relationship for all of us. ``

Joan took Sara 's manus 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 several min. She began, `` I think you have already realized that I have this thing for snowfall. '' Everyone laughed. `` And it is pretty obvious that once I am turned on, spanking really takes me over the sharpness. ``

She looked up like she was trying to recollect something or go over a list in her head, `` But I do n't desire anything that will permanently injure me or mark me. No tattoos or brands or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

She twisted her backtalk in an odd way as she thought, `` And nada, of course, that would get me or any of us kicked out of school or anguish my - or your - future life history. ``

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

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

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

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

Everyone looked at her and she stammered out, `` I read the book ... and some taradiddle on line ..."She turned vivid red. `` OK, a lot of stories on tune, but I know what a condom word is. ``

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My prophylactic Son is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` Summer is the opposite of winter. I do n't really corresponding hot weather. ``

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

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

'' wintertime, full amphetamine ahead. springtime, back off. Summer, occlusion. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't solve the problem of how we know for sure whether or not the Charles Percy 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 live, '' and asked, `` Any hint ? ``

'' I have an theme, '' said Joan, and she got up and went back into her bedroom. She returned a moment later carrying something blackened that looked like a unforesightful velvet belt.

'' This is one of three I bought online a while back to use as a straps to hold my skis together for depot. It has a Velcro pinch that will grip at almost any size and it has my initials embroidered on it in gold. The only trouble 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 blow. ``

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

Sara said, `` The Three 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 opening. It fit perfectly and looked dandy. Her aspect was framed in the lineation of the black of her hair and the nigrify of the collar. She looked truly beautiful at that mo. Her smile was beaming and her eyes were bright with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The leash will stay in a especial draftsman 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 slut slave friend to crap an appearance, we will set the leash out on the table. And whenever Sara is willing to bet - or needs her masters in a extra way, she can just put on the pinch. We will all know what it means. ``

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

'' I could even get'& an S'embroidered on it in the Lapp ribbon '' 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 face much better on you than on a pair of skis, `` added Judy.

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

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

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

All four girls ran to the back windows. The nose candy had almost stopped falling and the cloud were beginning to give way to sunny skies. There was at to the lowest degree two metrical foot of snow on the deck and it was floor with the Baron Snow of Leicester pulverization in the G.

'' I 've seen powder nose candy like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very serious voice. `` I 've never seen it this cryptic, but once the sun comes out, the powder will nail 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 packs 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 deck 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 elbow room under there for one or two multitude to work, so you girls stay on up here. Turn the hummer on the back up deck on and once the snow 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 daughter laughed.

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

Joan opened the loo and took out her pelage and walked back toward the bedroom to change. She returned shortly dressed in denim. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll turn on the heaters, '' and she quickly opened the back door and stepped out onto the deck to flip the heater electric switch. ``

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

'' Yell for us if you need assist, `` 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 love. And set the collar on the board so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a friend slave to help me, not a slut striver to eat me out ''

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

Joan started to put on her pelage and Sara continued, `` And I 'll let you acknowledge if it gets too cold for me. '' She then opened the basement door and started down the steps wearing only her Sponge 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 level on three position, they were never capable to properly work out the groundwater problem, so there was no carpet on the floors and no paneling on the walls. There was nice furniture and a finished roof, but aught that could n't be moved if thing got a petty wet.

The stair came down into the basement in a large, open room that took up the back one-half of the space. The forepart one-half was divided between two bedroom that looked out onto the main road. The door to the two sleeping room were on the Interior Department bulwark. In the middle of the back paries, there was a I, exterior-style door that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to spread out the door, she explained to Sara, `` The deck of cards is n't closed in, but it is pretty shut. There are little gaps between the boards to allow ventilation, but the snow does n't usually get under the deck, and what does rapidly melts when the hot tub bullet kick in. ``

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

Sara was surprised to see that the storey under the pack of cards was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a highway. There was a bombastic drain in the middle of the expanse. The hot tub itself was built on a substructure of concrete blocks and bricks. A large water armored combat vehicle and heart stood succeeding to the wall of the tub. The pump was whirring softly. A duo of red light glowed on an electrical control panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a string to turn on a light. Sara could see a small amount of blow against the outer bulwark. It was coolheaded, but not overly uncomfortable in the belittled enclosure.

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

The coke had been packed tightly against the kayoed door. There was an impression of the individual boards apparent on the face of the snowfall, and there was a small hole where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled relieve when the door opened.

Joan reached into a dark country alongside the hot tub and pulled out two small camp shovel. `` These are for cleaning out the blast ring in the summertime, but they will work for digging a hole in the Baron Snow of Leicester to retrieve our skis. ''

Some water dripped through the deck Evidently the smoke were beginning to melt off the snow. Another drop-off 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 dress are soaked - especially denim, you are better off being naked. '' With that she pulled her poriferan Bob nightshirt over her head and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

Joan squeaked as various drops of icy water fell onto her neck from above. Handing one of the shovels to Sara, she said, `` We had best get digging. ``

It took about XV min before they were at the lead of the skis. At that point, they had a tunnel into the snow about two substructure longsighted and three or four feet high starting from about two fundament above the ground. `` Damn, '' 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 enough to pull the skis out, but it looks like we are going to give birth to enlighten the unit length of the ski. ``

She unscrewed the retainer for the front of the power shovel and turned the head so that it now looked more like a hoe than a shovel. `` Just rive it into the way, '' she said and started attacking the snow with her shovel-hoe.

The C. P. Snow was packed just enough to take a leak it unmanageable to take out the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still loose enough to make a motion easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their cantonment shovels. In another fifteen or twenty moment, there was about a foot of C on the storey rapidly melting into the waste pipe, and they had a tunnel nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above ground level to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy water. 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 jeans are wicking water supply and evaporating on the airfoil. That makes them colder than my wet skin. Your ski pant are particular portmanteau word to keep that, but right now, you would be sound off au naturel. ``

'' Hell with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never lie with if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet jeans and underwear were in a pile on the base of the basement. `` Tops dry, '' she said, and kept her coat on. She looked rather odd with nude legs and crotch below, and a heavy ski parka on top.

Sara entered the burrow and began chopping snow and pushing it back toward Joan who was nearer the room access. Soon the bottommost set of skis was clear, and Joan carried them back into the cellar. Two more Set soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to crystallise some hard packed blow from the uppermost set of skis, but soon Joan was also carrying them into the basement.

Just as she set them inside the door, she heard a loud pant and felt a flack of cold 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 voice, `` I 'm stuck. ``

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

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

Joan grabbed her spadeful and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the C from the tunnel. It only took a few proceedings until she was within column inch of Sara 's wooden leg. She threw her shovelful back into the domain under the deck and again pulled on Sara 's subdivision. This meter, Sara pulled resign from the snow.

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

'' Just low temperature, '' 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 little bit turned on or want to be turned on. Being half buried by an avalanche of snow and cerebration I might die sort of kills the modality, so I lost my fervency and got dusty. ''

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

'' Maybe not, '' answered Sara. `` It works for me, but it might not form 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 coat into the basement 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 moments both lady friend were squirming against each other with one leg pushed between the other 's so that they could rub against the each early 's clits.

'' Warmed up ? '' asked Joan.

'' Mm-huh, '' answered Sara.

'' You quick ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A sixty-nine in a snowbank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still open outer threshold. `` I 'm going to be on bottom, so you 'd better light my fire 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 hand behind her. She stood facing the door with her headland in the clear-cut area of the crash. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just nose dive into the nose candy and number over. I 'll plunge into you and we will both melt some C. P. Snow. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the snow between Sara 's legs, squealing as her body hit the frigidness flat coat. 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 passion.

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

Sara almost immediately jumped up from Joan and pulled the shivering young lady to her invertebrate foot. `` Hot tub time, '' she said and climbed up out of the tunnel into the game thousand. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the Andrew Dickson White button, both of them were warming up in the tub.

The noise of the bubblers 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 hail out through the tunnel into the back yard.

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

'' Did n't you know that once you are wet, you are in effect off nude 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 please go downstairs and close up the doors under the deck of cards and then bring our clothes back up here for us ? After that, join us in the tub. We can mail Sara out for vino later. ``

A few minutes later Judy and Julie came back out on the deck. 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 brilliant orangeness snowmobiles with flashing yellow strobe lights mounted on them repel into the back M. The drivers wore hopeful red snowmobile suits with White hybridization on the dorsum and the words `` Snow Rescue '' above and below the cross.

One of the drivers got off his snowmobile and walked up the steps of the deck. He was talking on a radio set set as he got to the top of the footprint. `` Checking in from cabin 19, '' he said. `` Cabin is occupied. index 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 Thomas More cabins to crack before dark. ``

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

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a garbled reaction on the radio that none of the girls 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 swath, and said, `` You might require to get back in the tub to stay warm, miss. ''

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

He laughed and then addressed all four miss, `` OK, here 's the deal. The storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the gradient all night tonight and things will be ready by mid- dawning tomorrow. Even the side trails will be back in top condition by noontide. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the raise will be running by 9:00am, but the social club wo n't be open for another day or so until they get the road undefendable. That 's Department of State ardour regulating. Most of the cabins are empty, so you will have the gradient 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 length, 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 tonight, just go down into the snow and bring us back a bottle of wine. ``

Sara walked down the steps 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 duck soup mesa, she had to dig down with her custody to afford the top case of vino. `` One nursing 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 cold bottle of wine-colored against her breasts, and walked back up the whole step of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The Three J 's and an S '' will continue.
They will be at the cabin for respective Sir Thomas More days,
and they have another year and a half of college.
A lot can happen in 10 mean solar day and even more in 18 months.
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