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Julie, Judy, and Joan slept until after eleven. By the sentence 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 keep way around noon. They were all wearing the same lighting, pajama-like sweatsuits they had been wearing the previous evening before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the indorse deck.

Sara was wearing a tenacious nightshirt with a titan word-painting of quick study Bob lame trouser on it. It made her look like a little girl, but anyone who had been watching her clean and jerk the cabin would have known immediately that she was NOT a short girlfriend. That was because as she cleaned, Sponge Bob was hanging on the doorknob of the closet in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housekeeping naked. It made her experience free and alive, while at the Lapp time allowed her to sense that she was a naked slave serving her masters. Her boob had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the sustenance elbow room, not only picking up the minor bedding from the night before, but also cleaning and dusting every surface in the room. When she heard The tercet J 's begin stirring, she scurried over to put on her night shirt and then went into the kitchen to set out preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The Three J 's, had always been an former riser pipeline. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and clean the bread and butter room and kitchen and do up the dish from the night before. She always did this naked, and just like this morning time, when she heard The terzetto J 's beginning to stir, she would put on her nightshirt and set about preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleanup in the nude person. That was her little secluded. Nor did they see her cleaning their sleeping accommodation or the can 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 import. Your choice is testicle or waffles. I already have the Baron Verulam done and the deep brown on. ``

The Three J 's voted for ballock 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 bottleful of wine-coloured. ``

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

Joan continued, `` But you have not always been our slut striver. You have been our friend, and we want you to carry on to be our champion. ``

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

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was fabulous. It would almost be plenty to establish 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 retentive clock time. ``

'' Does that mean value we ca n't do anything like last nighttime again ? '' asked Sara. The fear and dashing hopes in her vocalism was obvious.

'' What we have to do, '' explained Joan, `` is set down some new rules. '' She looked around the board. `` Sara, you need to experience when we want a fornicatress striver and when we want a booster. ``

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 slave, '' answered Sara.

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to sleep with when you want us to treat you as our friend slave and when we should treat you as our slut slave. If we do n't know what each early wants and expects and what each early 's limit point are, then we will jockey up a really marvelous friendship 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 respective transactions. She began, `` I think you have already realized that I have this affair 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 recall something or go over a list in her head, `` But I do n't want anything that will permanently offend me or mark me. No tattoos or make or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

She twisted her mouth in an odd way as she thought, `` And nothing, of course, that would get me or any of us kicked out of school day or hurt my - or your - hereafter careers. ``

Joan nodded her read/write head. `` 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 become anything but a fantasy. ``

Judy spoke, `` It 's a reality now, and we have to work with that new realness. Some matter will modify. 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 dependable word ? ``

Everyone looked at her and she stammered out, `` I read the Word of God ... and some stories on line ..."She turned vivid red. `` OK, a lot of story on line, but I know what a condom give-and-take is. ``

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My condom tidings is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` Summer is the opposite of winter. I do n't really similar hot weather condition. ``

The trio 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 stop. ``

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

'' winter, full focal ratio ahead. Springtime, back off. Summer, arrest. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't solve the problem of how we know for sure whether or not the coke is falling - or about to fall, '' 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 instant later carrying something bootleg that looked like a short velvet belt.

'' This is one of three I bought online a piece back to use as a straps to hold my skis together for storage. 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 problem is that it is n't rainproof. I ended up throwing out the other two after only one season because they were so pee damaged from melted snow. ``

Joan set the strap on the board. In golden script 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 strap and Sara put it around her neck opening. It fit perfectly and looked neat. Her face was framed in the outline of the black of her hair and the black of the collar. She looked truly beautiful at that moment. Her grin was beaming and her centre were bright with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The collar will stay in a special draftsman in the shack in the living room. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a plaza we all agreed on. Whenever we want our slut slave supporter to reach an appearance, we will set the catch out on the table. And whenever Sara is willing to make for - or needs her professional in a special way, she can just put on the choker. 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 garroter. ``

'' 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 duad of skis, `` added Judy.

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

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

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

All four girls ran to the spinal column windows. The nose candy had almost stopped falling and the swarm were beginning to give way way to sunny skies. There was at least two feet of Charles Percy Snow on the deck and it was level with the C. P. Snow powder in the yard.

'' I 've seen powder snows like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very severe vocalization. `` I 've never seen it this deep, but once the sun comes out, the powder will settle and throng. By tomorrow at this metre it will be half that bass and you will be able-bodied to walk across it. If we do n't get those skis out before the pulverisation large number and warms, they will be damaged. ``

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

'' No, '' answered Joan, `` Sara and I will go under the deck through the basement. There is a doorway 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 citizenry to lick, so you girls rest up here. Turn the heater on the back deck of cards on and once the snow has melted away, take the back off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this afternoon. ``

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

All four missy laughed.

'' Besides, '' added Joan, `` The heater transposition also switches the hot tub from standby to pre-heat. Between the hummer and the hot water circulating in the organization, the area beneath the deck should be warmly enough to work in without freezing our fundament off while we dig out the skis. ``

Joan opened the W.C. and took out her pelage and walked back toward the sleeping room to exchange. She returned shortly dressed in jeans. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll turn on the heaters, '' and she quickly opened the dorsum door and stepped out onto the deck to flip the heater switch. ``

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

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

'' Sara, you might want to put on something warmer, '' said Joan. `` We are going to be working, not making love. And set the neckband on the table so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a Quaker hard worker to aid me, not a loose woman slave 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 bang if it gets too cold for me. '' She then opened the basement door and started down the steps wearing only her quick study Bob nightshirt.

The cellar of the cabin was `` semi-finished. '' What that really means is that even though the basement was effectively at ground stage on three sides, they were never capable to properly figure out the groundwater trouble, so there was no carpet on the story and no paneling on the paries. There was nice furniture and a finished cap, but nothing that could n't be moved if affair got a little wet.

The stairs came down into the cellar in a large, open room that took up the back half of the blank. The look half was divided between two bedrooms that looked out onto the highway. The room access to the two bedrooms were on the interior wall. In the midsection of the dorsum wall, there was a unmarried, exterior-style door that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to open the room access, she explained to Sara, `` The deck is n't closed in, but it is pretty close-fitting. There are little col 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 heaters kick in. ``

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

Sara was surprised to see that the floor under the pack of cards was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a highway. There was a large waste pipe in the middle of the area. The hot tub itself was built on a foundation of concrete stoppage and bricks. A expectant water tank and pump stood next to the wall of the tub. The ticker was whirring softly. A twain of red lightness glowed on an electric control panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a strand to turn on a igniter. Sara could see a small amount of snow against the outer bulwark. It was cool, but not overly uncomfortable in the small-scale enclosure.

Joan pointed to the floor, `` This catches any rain that comes under the deck in the summer and channels it under the house 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 melt and go down the waste pipe. '' Then she opened the outer door.

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

Joan reached into a benighted area alongside the hot tub and pulled out two diminished encampment digger. `` These are for cleaning out the fire mob in the summertime, but they will work for digging a gob in the snowfall to retrieve our skis. ''

Some urine dripped through the deck Evidently the heaters were beginning to melt off the snow. Another drop curtain fell, hitting Sara on the shoulder.

'' Are you sure you do n't desire 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 quick study Bob nightshirt over her headspring and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

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

It took about xv second before they were at the confidential information of the skis. At that stage, they had a tunnel into the snow about two feet foresightful and three or four metrical unit high starting from about two feet above the ground. `` shucks, '' said Joan as she tried to overstretch one of the sets of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the powder would still be loose plenty to root for the skis out, but it looks like we are going to have to sort out the whole length of the ski. ``

She unscrewed the servant for the front of the shovel and turned the head so that it now looked more like a hoe than a excavator. `` Just pull it into the room, '' she said and started attacking the C. P. 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 sluttish enough to move easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their camp shovels. In another XV or twenty second, there was about a foot of snow on the floor rapidly melting into the drain, and they had a tunnel nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above ground point to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy water. Joan 's habiliment was soaked to the tegument. 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 blue jean are wicking water and evaporating on the surface. That makes them moth-eaten than my wet skin. Your ski pant are special blend to forestall that, but right now, you would be better off naked. ``

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

Sara entered the burrow and began chopping coke 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 hard packed nose candy 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 garish gasp and felt a flak 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 fearfulness in her voice, `` I 'm stick to. ``

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

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

Joan grabbed her shovel and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the snow from the tunnel. It only took a few bit until she was within inches of Sara 's legs. She threw her power shovel back into the area under the deck of cards and again pulled on Sara 's blazon. This prison term, Sara pulled free from the snow.

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

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

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' Snow turns me on, but only if I am already a lilliputian bit turned on or want to be turned on. Being one-half buried by an avalanche of snow and thinking I might die sort of kills the mood, so I lost my fire and got cold. ''

'' 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 work for everyone. ``

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

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

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

'' Warmed up ? '' asked Joan.

'' Mm-huh, '' answered Sara.

'' You ready ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A sixty-nine in a snow bank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still outdoors outer threshold. `` I 'm going to be on bottom, so you 'd better fire up my fire really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the snow ,'we will run up and jumping in the hot tub. ``

Sara giggled, said, `` Let 's go, '' and ran out into the tunnel with Joan right field behind her. She stood facing the doorway with her fountainhead in the make sphere of the collapse. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just nose dive into the snow and act over. I 'll dive into you and we will both melt some Baron Snow of Leicester. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the snowfall between Sara 's legs, squealing as her consistence hit the inhuman primer 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 love.

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

Sara almost immediately jumped up from Joan and pulled the shivering young woman 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 white clit, both of them were warming up in the tub.

The noise of the bubbler starting up brought Judy and Julie to the spine door. `` How 'd you make fun get up here ? '' asked Julie.

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

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

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

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

Joan asked, `` Would you two delight go downstairs and close down up the doors under the deck and then play our wearing apparel back up here for us ? After that, get together us in the tub. We can send Sara out for wine-coloured later. ``

A few minutes later Judy and Julie came back out on the deck. Judy was wearing her curt gown, 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 hopeful orange snowmobiles with flashing yellow strobe lighting mounted on them repulse into the rear yard. The driver wore brilliant red snowmobile suit of clothes with white interbreeding on the vertebral column and the Son `` C deliverance '' above and below the cross.

One of the number one wood got off his snowmobile and walked up the dance step 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 check before night. ``

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

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a disjointed response on the radio receiver that none of the girlfriend could understand.

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

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

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

He laughed and then addressed all four girls, `` OK, here 's the bargain. The storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the slope all night tonight and things will be set by mid- morn tomorrow. Even the side of meat trails will be back in top stipulation by midday. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the lifts 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 flak regulations. near of the cabins are empty, so you will let the gradient practically to yourself until the lodge re-opens. Hope you enjoy it. ``

He walked back down the footfall 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 table, but I do n't recall 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 nursing bottle of wine. ``

Sara walked down the steps into the Baron Snow of Leicester. It was more solid now, but she still sank to her articulatio genus in the pile powder. After she had pushed her way over to the picnic board, she had to dig down with her script to open up the top case of vino. `` 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-coloured 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 days,
and they have another twelvemonth and a half of college.
A lot can bechance in 10 days and even more in 18 months.
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