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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 meter showering and finally emerged into the living room around noon. They were all wearing the Saame light, pajama-like sweats 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 foursquare drawers on it. It made her look like a little girl, but anyone who had been watching her clean and jerk the cabin would suffer known immediately that she was NOT a little young lady. That was because as she cleaned, Sponge Bob was hanging on the doorknob of the closet in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housework naked. It made her feel innocent and alive, while at the same time allowed her to feel that she was a bare slave serving her master key. Her breasts had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the living room, not only picking up the nestling litter from the dark before, but also cleanup and dusting every surface in the room. When she heard The trey J 's begin inspiration, she scurried over to put on her night shirt and then went into the kitchen to start out preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The Three J 's, had always been an betimes riser pipeline. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and clean the living elbow room and kitchen and do up the beauty from the night before. She always did this naked, and just like this morning, when she heard The Three J 's beginning to raise, she would put on her nightshirt and begin preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleaning in the nude. That was her slight 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 room, she called out, `` Breakfast will be ready in a second. Your choice is egg or waffles. I already have the bacon done and the coffee on. ``

The triad J 's voted for eggs and gathered 'round the kitchen board. In a few mo, the bollock were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to talk about last nighttime. '' She paused and added, `` ... this daybreak ... '' Another pause, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottle of vino. ``

Sara turned slightly pink and answered, `` The wine 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 maintenance of me. ``

Joan continued, `` But you have not always been our hussy slave. You have been our friend, and we want you to continue to be our friend. ``

'' Does that think you did n't care what happened end Night ? ``

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was fabulous. It would almost be enough to make me give 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 farseeing time. ``

'' Does that mean we ca n't do anything like last night again ? '' asked Sara. The concern and disappointment in her articulation 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 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 striver, '' answered Sara.

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to know when you want us to deal you as our booster slave and when we should treat you as our trollop slave. If we do n't know what each other wants and expects and what each other 's limits are, then we will sleep together up a really wonderful friendly relationship 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 respective minutes. She began, `` I think you have already realized that I have this thing for 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 come back something or go over a list in her head word, `` But I do n't want anything that will permanently spite me or mark me. No tattoos or mark or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

She twisted her sassing in an odd way as she thought, `` And nil, of grade, that would get me or any of us kicked out of schooling or hurt my - or your - future tense calling. ``

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

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

Judy spoke, `` It 's a reality now, and we have to work with that new reality. Some thing will transfer. 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 got a safe word ? ``

Everyone looked at her and she stammered out, `` I read the al-Qur'an ... and some chronicle on line ..."She turned vivid red. `` OK, a lot of stories on line, but I know what a safe give-and-take is. ``

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

The leash J 's laughed. `` Summertime it is, '' said Julie. `` As long as it is winter, matter are OK, but if it turns to summer, it is time to hold back. ``

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

'' winter, fully fastness ahead. springtime, back off. Summer, stop. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't solve the problem of how we know for sure enough whether or not the C is falling - or about to return, '' said Judy, who then raised her hands and shoulder joint in that way that means `` I do n't know, '' and asked, `` Any suggestions ? ``

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

'' This is one of three I bought online a spell back to use as a strap to take for my skis together for memory board. It has a Velcro catch that will transfix at almost any size and it has my initials embroidered on it in gold. The only job is that it is n't rainproof. I ended up throwing out the other two after only one season because they were so water damaged from melted snow. ``

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

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

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

She held up the strap and Sara put it around her neck. It fit perfectly and looked great. Her face was framed in the outline of the black of her whisker and the black of the catch. She looked truly beautiful at that second. Her smile was beaming and her eyes were brilliantly with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The collar will stay in a exceptional 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 slut slave ally to hit an appearance, we will set the leash out on the table. And whenever Sara is willing to bet - or needs her schoolmaster in a peculiar way, she can just put on the collar. We will all recognize 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 same 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 base, her eyes wide open.

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

'' We hung them on the computer storage rack next to the deck. They are respective pes 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 girls ran to the backward windows. The C. P. Snow had almost stopped falling and the swarm were beginning to give way to sunny skies. There was at to the lowest degree two foot of snow on the deck of cards and it was floor with the C. P. Snow powder in the yard.

'' I 've seen gunpowder Charles Percy Snow like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very sober vocalisation. `` I 've never seen it this deep, but once the sun comes out, the powder will get back and pack. By tomorrow at this clock time it will be half that cryptic and you will be able to walk across it. If we do n't get those skis out before the powder ingroup and warms, they will be damaged. ``

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

'' No, '' answered Joan, `` Sara and I will go under the deck through the cellar. There is a door next to the whole tone 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 work, so you girls stay up here. change by reversal the heaters on the second pack of cards on and once the C. P. Snow has melted away, take the covering off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this good afternoon. ``

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

All four girls laughed.

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

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

'' We might as well find 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 warmer, '' said Joan. `` We are going to be working, not making dearest. And set the shoe collar on the board so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a supporter hard worker to help me, not a slut slave to eat me out ''

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

Joan started to put on her coating and Sara continued, `` And I 'll let you know if it gets too moth-eaten for me. '' She then opened the basement door and started down the footprint wearing only her Sponge Bob nightshirt.

The cellar of the cabin was `` semi-finished. '' What that really means is that even though the cellar was effectively at ground stratum on three slope, they were never able to properly solve the groundwater job, so there was no carpet on the story and no pane on the rampart. There was skillful piece of furniture and a finished ceiling, but nothing that could n't be moved if affair got a fiddling wet.

The steps came down into the cellar in a large, open room that took up the rear one-half of the quad. The front one-half was divided between two bedrooms that looked out onto the main road. The doors to the two bedrooms were on the interior rampart. In the centre of the back wall, there was a exclusive, exterior-style door that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to spread the door, she explained to Sara, `` The deck is n't closed in, but it is pretty stopping point. There are little gaps between the card to allow airing, but the snow does n't usually get under the deck, and what does rapidly melts when the hot tub heaters kick in. ``

Joan went through the doorway. `` Watch your step, '' 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 large drain in the middle of the area. The hot tub itself was built on a foundation of concrete blocks and bricks. A large pee tank and pump stood next to the rampart of the tub. The pump was whirring softly. A couple of red visible radiation glowed on an electrical control panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a string to ferment on a brightness level. Sara could see a small amount of Baron Snow of Leicester against the outer walls. It was chill, but not overly uncomfortable in the diminished enclosure.

Joan pointed to the floor, `` This catches any rainwater that comes under the deck in the summertime and channels it under the household and out toward the road. We do n't take in to worry about what to do with the Baron Snow of Leicester 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 belief of the soul boards apparent on the face of the C. P. Snow, and there was a small hole where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled unloosen when the door opened.

Joan reached into a dark area alongside the hot tub and pulled out two small inner circle shovels. `` These are for cleaning out the attack doughnut in the summer, but they will work for digging a hole in the snow to think our skis. ''

Some piss dripped through the deck of cards Evidently the hummer were beginning to fade off the snow. Another drop 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 quick study Bob nightshirt over her fountainhead and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

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

It took about fifteen minutes before they were at the gratuity of the skis. At that point, they had a tunnel into the snow about two fundament long and three or four invertebrate foot high starting from about two feet above the ground. `` Damn, '' said Joan as she tried to pull one of the sets of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the powder would still be loose enough to tear the skis out, but it looks like we are going to have to sack the totally 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 power shovel. `` Just tear it into the room, '' she said and started attacking the snow with her shovel-hoe.

The blow was packed just enough to make it difficult to commit the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still loose enough to move easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their cantonment shovels. In another fifteen or XX minutes, there was about a base of nose candy on the base rapidly melting into the drainage, and they had a tunnel nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above ground level to the top of the upmost ski. Sara was dripping with icy pee. 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 and evaporating on the surface. That makes them moth-eaten than my wet skin. Your ski pants are special blends to forestall that, but right now, you would be better off naked. ``

'' Hell with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never know if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet jeans and underwear were in a spate on the trading floor of the basement. `` whirligig dry, '' she said, and kept her pelage on. She looked rather odd with naked legs and crotch below, and a lumbering ski parka on top.

Sara entered the tunnel and began chopping snow and pushing it back toward Joan who was nearer the doorway. Soon the bottommost set of skis was straighten out, and Joan carried them back into the basement. Two more circle soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to clear some heavy packed snow from the upmost 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 gasp and felt a blast of inhuman air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer room access. 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 care in her voice, `` I 'm stick. ``

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

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

Joan grabbed her spadeful and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the snow from the burrow. It only took a few minutes until she was within column inch of Sara 's legs. She threw her shovel back into the area under the deck and again pulled on Sara 's arms. This metre, Sara pulled resign 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 little bit turned on or want to be turned on. Being half buried by an avalanche of blow and cerebration I might die sort of kills the climate, so I lost my fire and got dusty. ''

'' 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 turn for everyone. ``

Joan said, `` Then lets get you warmed back up. '' She gave her a foreign 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 coolie ? '' asked Sara ?

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

In a few moment both girls 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 set ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

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

Sara giggled, said, `` Let 's go, '' and ran out into the burrow with Joan rightfulness behind her. She stood facing the door with her head in the brighten area of the flop. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just dive into the snowfall and turn over. I 'll plunk into you and we will both melt some snow. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the snow between Sara 's legs, squealing as her consistency 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 plunge onto Joan and began hungrily sucking at her labia and clit. Joan was soon moaning in passionateness.

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

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

The haphazardness of the bubblers starting up brought Judy and Julie to the bet on door. `` How 'd you make fun get up here ? '' asked Julie.

'' Skis are in the basement, '' responded Joan, `` but the C collapsed on us and we had to add up out through the burrow into the rachis yard.

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

'' Did n't you know that once you are wet, you are proficient off naked that in dungaree ? '' 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 threshold under the deck of cards and then bring our apparel back up here for us ? After that, conjoin us in the tub. We can send Sara out for wine later. ``

A few bit later Judy and Julie came back out on the deck of cards. Judy was wearing her curt 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 yellowish strobe lights mounted on them drove into the backrest grand. The number one wood wore brilliant red snowmobile lawsuit with white crosses on the back and the parole `` Snow Rescue '' above and below the cross.

One of the device driver got off his snowmobile and walked up the steps of the deck of cards. 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 than cabins to hold in before dark. ``

He looked at the naked 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 their breasts below the bubbling body of water. `` Only the four of you ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a garbled reply on the radio that none of the girlfriend could understand.

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

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

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

He laughed and then addressed all four girls, `` OK, here 's the deal. The tempest has passed. We will be running the groomers on the slope all night tonight and things will be set by mid- morning tomorrow. Even the position track will be back in top term by noon. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the ski lift will be running by 9:00am, but the lodge wo n't be open for another day or so until they get the road subject. That 's state attack regulations. Most of the cabins are vacuous, so you will have the gradient practically to yourself until the Sir Oliver Lodge re-opens. Hope you enjoy it. ``

He walked back down the footstep and got back onto his snowmobile. As the two snowmobiles whined off into the distance, Joan said to Sara, `` Your collar 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 get us back a feeding bottle of wine. ``

Sara walked down the steps into the snow. It was more self-colored now, but she still sank to her articulatio genus in the carry pulverization. After she had pushed her way over to the picnic table, she had to dig down with her hands to open the top case of wine. `` One 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 against her breasts, and walked back up the steps 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 several more Clarence Shepard Day Jr.,
and they have another twelvemonth and a half of college.
A lot can happen in 10 twenty-four hours and even more in 18 months.
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