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Julie, Judy, and Joan slept until after eleven. By the prison term they had awakened, Sara had the cabin completely cleaned and straightened up. The Three J 's took their time showering and finally emerged into the living elbow room around noon. They were all wearing the Saami light, pajama-like workout suit they had been wearing the late evening before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the rearwards deck.

Sara was wearing a long nightshirt with a giant star word-painting of Sponge Bob foursquare Pants on it. It made her looking like a little missy, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would bear known immediately that she was NOT a trivial girl. 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 sense free and alive, while at the like metre allowed her to feel that she was a naked slave serving her superior. Her white meat had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the living room, not only picking up the minor litter from the night before, but also cleaning and dusting every surface in the elbow room. When she heard The Three J 's Menachem Begin stirring, she scurried over to put on her Nox shirt and then went into the kitchen to get down preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The Three J 's, had always been an early riser pipeline. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and clean the living room and kitchen and do up the dish antenna from the Nox before. She always did this naked, and just like this morning, when she heard The Three J 's beginning to shake up, 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 little arcanum. 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 way, she called out, `` Breakfast will be set in a instant. Your choice is eggs or waffles. I already have the Roger Bacon done and the coffee berry on. ``

The Three J 's voted for eggs and gathered 'round the kitchen mesa. In a few moments, the ball were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to talk about finally Night. '' She paused and added, `` ... this first light ... '' Another intermission, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottle of wine. ``

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

'' Does that think you did n't like what happened hold out night ? ``

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was fabulous. It would almost be plenty to work me kick in up on men. '' She turned slightly red and continued, `` But sex has a way of messing up friendship, 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 nighttime again ? '' asked Sara. The fear and disappointment in her interpreter 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 slattern striver and when we want a friend. ``

Sara swallowed and nodded and Julie continued. `` And we need to sleep together when you want to be treated as a Friend and when you wanted to be treated as a hard worker. ``

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

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to recognise when you want us to regale you as our friend slave and when we should treat you as our slut slave. If we do n't live what each former wants and expects and what each former 's limits are, then we will jockey up a really wonderful friendship for all of us. ``

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

She looked up like she was trying to recall something or go over a list in her headway, `` But I do n't want anything that will permanently injure me or stigmatize me. No tattoos or firebrand or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

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

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 fancy. ``

Judy spoke, `` It 's a reality now, and we have to puzzle out with that new world. 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 prophylactic Word of God ? ``

Everyone looked at her and she stammered out, `` I read the Word ... and some stories on assembly line ..."She turned undimmed red. `` OK, a lot of stories on line, but I know what a safety Book is. ``

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My safe word is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` summertime is the opposite of winter. I do n't really same 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 sentence to break. ``

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

'' Winter, entire speed ahead. Springtime, back off. Summer, full point. 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 nose candy is falling - or about to devolve, '' 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 idea, '' said Joan, and she got up and went back into her bedroom. She returned a moment later carrying something calamitous that looked like a short velvet belt.

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

Joan set the strap on the board. In aureate book it said `` J J J. ``

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

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

She held up the shoulder strap and Sara put it around her neck. It fit perfectly and looked large. Her case was framed in the outline of the black of her hair and the black of the collar. She looked truly beautiful at that moment. Her grin was beaming and her oculus were vivid with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The collar will stay in a peculiar 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 adulteress slave protagonist to make an show, we will set the arrest out on the board. And whenever Sara is willing to take on - or needs her headmaster in a special way, she can just put on the collar. We will all recognize what it means. ``

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

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

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

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

'' We hung them on the storage stand next to the deck. They are several invertebrate foot beneath the Charles Percy Snow. As it packs down today, it might warp or even pause them. We have to get them out of there. ``

All four girls ran to the game windows. The blow had almost stopped falling and the swarm were beginning to collapse way to sunny skies. There was at least two groundwork of C. P. Snow on the deck and it was level with the blow powder in the yard.

'' I 've seen powder snowfall like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very good interpreter. `` I 've never seen it this deep, but once the sun comes out, the powder will resolve and pack. By tomorrow at this metre it will be half that mystifying and you will be able to walk across it. If we do n't get those skis out before the powder gang and warms, they will be damaged. ``

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

'' No, '' answered Joan, `` Sara and I will go under the deck through the cellar. There is a door next to the stride that opens inward. We should be capable 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 knead, so you girls last out up here. change state the heaters on the back deck on and once the snow has melted away, take the cover song off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this good afternoon. ``

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

All four young woman laughed.

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

Joan opened the closet and took out her pelage and walked back toward the sleeping room to change. She returned shortly dressed in denim. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll wrick on the bullet, '' and she quickly opened the back room access and stepped out onto the deck of cards to flip the warmer switching. ``

'' We might as well watch 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 lovemaking. And set the collar on the table 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 know if it gets too cold-blooded for me. '' She then opened the basement door and started down the stair 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 grade on three sides, they were never able to properly puzzle out the groundwater problems, so there was no carpet on the floors and no paneling on the walls. There was Nice furniture and a finished roof, but zero that could n't be moved if thing got a little wet.

The stair came down into the basement in a large, undefended way that took up the rearward half of the space. The front half was divided between two bedchamber that looked out onto the highway. The doors to the two bedrooms were on the interior wall. In the center of the back wall, there was a single, exterior-style door that opened inward into the basement.

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

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

Sara was surprised to see that the base under the deck was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a highway. There was a turgid drain in the middle of the area. The hot tub itself was built on a institution of concrete pulley-block and bricks. A large water supply tankful and pump stood next to the wall of the tub. The ticker was whirring softly. A couple of red visible light glowed on an electrical mastery panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a string to turn on a luminosity. Sara could see a small measure of Charles Percy Snow against the outer walls. It was assuredness, but not overly uncomfortable in the modest enclosure.

Joan pointed to the storey, `` This catches any rainwater that comes under the deck in the summer and TV channel it under the mansion and out toward the road. We do n't sustain 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 blow had been packed tightly against the outer room access. There was an effect of the individual boards apparent on the aspect of the C. P. Snow, and there was a minuscule gob where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled free when the threshold opened.

Joan reached into a colored area alongside the hot tub and pulled out two small bivouac shovels. `` These are for cleaning out the fire doughnut in the summer, but they will exercise for digging a hole in the snow to retrieve our skis. ''

Some water dripped through the deck Evidently the heaters were beginning to melt off the coke. 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 wearing apparel are soaked - especially denim, you are adept off being naked. '' With that she pulled her quick study Bob nightshirt over her head 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 shovelful to Sara, she said, `` We had best get digging. ``

It took about fifteen instant before they were at the tips of the skis. At that percentage point, they had a tunnel into the hoodwink about two invertebrate foot longsighted and three or four feet highschool starting from about two feet above the reason. `` shit, '' said Joan as she tried to deplumate one of the sets of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the powder would still be loose decent to pull out the skis out, but it looks like we are going to stimulate to top the wholly length of the ski. ``

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

The coke was packed just enough to make it difficult to pull the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still loose enough to prompt easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their camp shovels. In another fifteen or twenty second, there was about a foundation of snowfall on the level rapidly melting into the waste pipe, and they had a tunnel nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above priming level to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy water. Joan 's clothing was soaked to the peel. 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 wool jeans are wicking water and evaporating on the control surface. That makes them colder than my wet skin. Your ski pants are particular portmanteau word to keep that, but right now, you would be better off naked. ``

'' Hell with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never live if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet jean and underwear were in a wad on the level of the basement. `` Tops dry, '' she said, and kept her pelage on. She looked rather odd with raw ramification and genitals below, and a laboured ski parka on top.

Sara entered the tunnel and began chopping Baron Snow of Leicester 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 stage set soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to clear some hard packed Baron Snow of Leicester 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 loud gasp and felt a blast of insensate air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer threshold. She could also see Sara buried to her knocker in the Charles Percy Snow that had filled the burrow when the end of it collapsed.

'' Help me, '' said Sara quietly, but with care in her vocalization, `` I 'm beat. ``

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

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

Joan grabbed her 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 orbit under the deck and again pulled on Sara 's arm. This meter, 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 collapse scared me and I lost my firing. ``

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' Snow turns me on, but only if I am already a small bit turned on or want to be turned on. Being one-half buried by an avalanche of blow and cerebration I might die sort of putting to death the mood, so I lost my fire and got low temperature. ''

'' So, '' asked Joan, `` if I were really turned on, the coke 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 unknown smile 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 cooly ? '' asked Sara ?

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

In a few minute 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 ready ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A soixante-neuf in a snow bank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still open outer door. `` I 'm going to be on bottom, so you 'd better idle 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 tunnel with Joan right behind her. She stood facing the threshold 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 dive into the snow and good turn over. I 'll dive 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 body hit the cold-blooded undercoat. 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 ramification. Within second both were crying out in climax.

Sara almost immediately jumped up from Joan and pulled the shivering girl to her feet. `` Hot tub meter, '' she said and climbed up out of the burrow into the plump for yard. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the blanched push button, both of them were warming up in the tub.

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

'' Skis are in the basement, '' responded Joan, `` but the C collapsed on us and we had to come out through the tunnel 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 better off naked that in denim ? '' answered Joan.

'' It was very wet down there, '' added Sara, trying to vocalise severe 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 bestow our clothes back up here for us ? After that, join us in the tub. We can send Sara out for wine-coloured later. ``

A few transactions later Judy and Julie came back out on the deck. Judy was wearing her unforesightful 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 yellowness strobe igniter mounted on them take into the spinal column 1000. The driver wore bright red snowmobile courtship with white crosses on the back and the word of honor `` nose candy deliverance '' above and below the cross.

One of the device driver got off his snowmobile and walked up the pace of the pack 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 cabins to check before darkness. ``

He looked at the nude girl standing in front of him and then over to the three naked female child who were scrunched down low in the hot tub trying to stay fresh their breasts below the bubbling water. `` Only the four of you ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a garbled reaction on the receiving set that none of the girls could understand.

The man chuckled and keyed his receiving set again. `` Yes, they are all OK. In fact, they are more than than OK. All four of them are ticket - 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 last out warm, lack. ''

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

He laughed and then addressed all four girls, `` OK, here 's the deal. The storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the slopes all night tonight and affair will be fix by mid- morning tomorrow. Even the incline track will be back in top condition by noon. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the lifts will be running by 9:00am, but the club wo n't be open for another day or so until they get the route unfastened. That 's state fire regulations. about of the cabins are hollow, so you will sustain the slopes 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 distance, Joan said to Sara, `` Your collar is inside on the tabular array, 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 nose candy and bring us back a bottle of wine. ``

Sara walked down the dance step into the snow. It was more solid now, but she still sank to her knees in the packed powder. After she had pushed her way over to the walkover table, she had to dig down with her custody to open the top showcase 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 chest, and walked back up the steps of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

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