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Julie, Judy, and Joan slept until after eleven. By the fourth dimension they had awakened, Sara had the cabin completely cleaned and straightened up. The ternion J 's took their time showering and finally emerged into the living room around noon. They were all wearing the same brightness, pajama-like sweatsuit they had been wearing the late evening before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the rearward deck.

Sara was wearing a yearn nightshirt with a hulk picture of poriferan Bob square knickers on it. It made her look like a petty girl, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would consume known immediately that she was NOT a petty girlfriend. 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 experience free and active, while at the Saami metre allowed her to feel that she was a naked slave serving her masters. Her breasts had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the life elbow room, not only picking up the minor bedding material from the night before, but also cleansing and dusting every surface in the room. When she heard The Three J 's begin stirring, she scurried over to put on her night shirt and then went into the kitchen to set about preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The Three J 's, had always been an early riser. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and scavenge the living room and kitchen and do up the dishes from the Nox before. She always did this naked, and just like this morning, when she heard The trey J 's beginning to conjure up, she would put on her nightshirt and start out preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleaning in the nude statue. That was her lilliputian 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 consequence. Your choice is nut or waffles. I already have the bacon done and the coffee on. ``

The Three J 's voted for testicle and gathered 'round the kitchen table. In a few moments, the bollock 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 morning ... '' Another pause, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottle of wine-colored. ``

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 class. 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 bear on to be our acquaintance. ``

'' Does that think you did n't care what happened last dark ? ``

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was mythologic. 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 threesome J 's and an S have been together for a longsighted time. ``

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

'' What we have to do, '' explained Joan, `` is set down some new rules. '' She looked around the mesa. `` 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 have a go at it when you want to be treated as a admirer 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 protagonist slave and when we should cover you as our slut hard worker. If we do n't have sex what each other wants and expects and what each other 's limits are, then we will have sex up a really marvelous friendly relationship for all of us. ``

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

Sara sat thinking for various moment. 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 border. ``

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

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

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

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

Judy spoke, `` It 's a reality now, and we have to work with that new reality. Some things will shift. Some affair will not. And we have to compute out what does what. ``

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

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

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My safety word is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` Summer is the contrary of wintertime. I do n't really like hot weather. ``

The trine J 's laughed. `` summertime it is, '' said Julie. `` As long as it is winter, affair are OK, but if it turns to summer, it is time to cease. ``

Joan added, `` Then the ordered 'slow down'countersign would be 'springtime .'If things are getting close to summertime, then 'springtime'William Tell us to gage off. ``

'' Winter, full speed ahead. spring, back off. summertime, stop. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't solve the problem of how we know for for sure whether or not the snow is falling - or about to come, '' said Judy, who then raised her hands and berm 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 bleak that looked like a shortsighted velvet belt.

'' This is one of three I bought online a patch back to use as a strap to hold my skis together for storage. It has a Velcro catch that will grip 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 tabular array. In fortunate playscript it said `` J J J. ``

Sara said, `` The trine 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 cracking. Her face was framed in the outline of the black of her hair and the black of the arrest. She looked truly beautiful at that instant. Her smile was beaming and her optic were smart with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The neckband 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 slut slave friend to make an appearance, we will set the collar out on the table. And whenever Sara is willing to encounter - or needs her masters in a special way, she can just put on the collar. We will all know what it means. ``

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

'' 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 await much just on you than on a pair of skis, `` added Judy.

'' Our skis ! ! ! '' shouted Joan suddenly, as she jumped to her animal foot, her eyes broad 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 foundation beneath the snow. As it packs down today, it might distort or even break them. We have to get them out of there. ``

All four girls ran to the endorse windows. The C. P. Snow had almost stopped falling and the swarm were beginning to give way to sunny skies. There was at least two feet of snow on the deck and it was tier with the snowfall powder in the railyard.

'' I 've seen gunpowder snows like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very serious vocalisation. `` I 've never seen it this cryptic, but once the sun comes out, the powder will settle and pack. By tomorrow at this time it will be half that oceanic abyss 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 of cards through the basement. There is a door next to the steps that opens inward. We should be able-bodied to dig into the C from the doorway and get to the skis. There is only plenty room under there for one or two people to work, so you girls detain up here. ferment the smoke on the stake deck of cards on and once the snow has melted away, take the top off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this afternoon. ``

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

All four girls laughed.

'' Besides, '' added Joan, `` The hummer substitution also switches the hot tub from standby to pre-heat. Between the heaters and the hot water system circulating in the system of rules, the arena beneath the pack of cards should be warm enough to process in without freezing our fanny off while we dig out the skis. ``

Joan opened the press and took out her coat and walked back toward the chamber to vary. She returned shortly dressed in jeans. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll turn on the bullet, '' and she quickly opened the backwards door and stepped out onto the deck of cards to flip the heater switch. ``

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

'' Yell for us if you need serve, `` added Judy as they sat down on the couch.

'' Sara, you might desire to put on something heater, '' said Joan. `` We are going to be working, not making erotic love. And set the taking into custody on the table so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a booster slave to help me, not a slattern slave to eat me out ''

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

Joan started to put on her coat and Sara continued, `` And I 'll let you bonk if it gets too dusty for me. '' She then opened the basement room access and started down the steps wearing only her quick study Bob nightshirt.

The basement of the cabin was `` semi-finished. '' What that really means is that even though the basement was effectively at ground spirit level on three sides, they were never able to properly solve the groundwater job, so there was no carpeting on the flooring and no paneling on the walls. There was squeamish furniture and a finished ceiling, but nothing that could n't be moved if things got a little wet.

The stairs came down into the cellar in a bombastic, open room that took up the back one-half of the space. The front half was divided between two bedrooms that looked out onto the highway. The room access to the two bedrooms were on the inside rampart. In the middle of the back wall, there was a single, exterior-style door that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to afford the door, she explained to Sara, `` The deck of cards is n't closed in, but it is pretty close. There are petty break between the control board to allow ventilation, but the snow does n't usually get under the deck, and what does rapidly thaw when the hot tub heaters kick in. ``

Joan went through the doorway. `` Watch your stone's throw, '' 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 tumid drainpipe in the center of the area. The hot tub itself was built on a foundation of concrete blocks and bricks. A large water army tank and heart stood side by side to the wall of the tub. The pump was whirring softly. A couplet of red lights glowed on an electrical command panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a string to change state on a light. Sara could see a modest total of snow against the outer walls. It was cool, but not overly uncomfortable in the small enclosure.

Joan pointed to the floor, `` This catches any rainwater that comes under the deck in the summer and channels it under the house and out toward the road. We do n't take to worry about what to do with the Snow we pull in, it will just mellow and go down the waste pipe. '' Then she opened the outer door.

The snow had been packed tightly against the taboo threshold. There was an impression of the someone boards apparent on the facial expression of the snow, and there was a belittled hole where the lever- like doorhandle had been pulled loose when the door opened.

Joan reached into a moody sphere alongside the hot tub and pulled out two lowly camp spadeful. `` These are for cleaning out the fire ring in the summer, but they will bring for digging a cakehole in the Baron Snow of Leicester to recover our skis. ''

Some piddle dripped through the pack of cards Evidently the heaters were beginning to melt off the blow. Another drop curtain 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 better off being naked. '' With that she pulled her Sponge Bob nightshirt over her head and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

Joan squeaked as respective drop cloth of icy piddle fell onto her neck from above. Handing one of the shovelful to Sara, she said, `` We had best get digging. ``

It took about xv second before they were at the wind of the skis. At that point, they had a tunnel into the blow about two feet long and three or four metrical unit luxuriously starting from about two feet above the basis. `` Damn, '' said Joan as she tried to pull one of the set of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the powder would still be slack enough to rip the skis out, but it looks like we are going to possess to clear the unscathed distance of the ski. ``

She unscrewed the consideration for the movement of the shovel and turned the chief so that it now looked more like a hoe than a shovelful. `` Just pull in it into the room, '' she said and started attacking the snow with her shovel-hoe.

The snow was packed just enough to take a leak it difficult to pull the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still loose enough to be active easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their ingroup shovels. In another 15 or twenty mo, there was about a metrical unit 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 level to the top of the topmost 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 blue jean are wicking body of water and evaporating on the control surface. That makes them frigid than my wet skin. Your ski pants are special blends to forestall that, but right now, you would be better off bare. ``

'' Hell with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never know if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet jeans and underclothes were in a jalopy on the level of the basement. `` Tops dry, '' she said, and kept her coat on. She looked rather odd with naked stage and crotch below, and a heavy ski windbreaker on top.

Sara entered the tunnel and began chopping snowfall and pushing it back toward Joan who was nearer the threshold. Soon the bottommost set of skis was take in, and Joan carried them back into the cellar. Two more lot soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to solve some voiceless packed snow from the uppermost set of skis, but soon Joan was also carrying them into the basement.

Just as she set them inside the door, she heard a flash pant and felt a eruption of frigidity air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer door. She could also see Sara buried to her tit in the Snow that had filled the tunnel when the end of it collapsed.

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

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 coke first. '' said Sara. Then she added quickly, `` Make sure you do n't hit my feet. ``

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 digger back into the area under the deck and again pulled on Sara 's arms. This sentence, Sara pulled free from the snow.

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

'' Just coldness, '' 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 trivial bit turned on or desire to be turned on. Being 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 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 unusual 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 coolie ? '' asked Sara ?

'' That 's a quicky in a snowbank, '' answered Joan as her sassing closed over Sara's.

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

'' Warmed up ? '' asked Joan.

'' Mm-huh, '' answered Sara.

'' You prepare ? ''

'' 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 illumination my fervor 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 behind her. She stood facing the door with her head in the clear area of the collapse. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just dive into the snow and spell over. I 'll plunk into you and we will both melt some Snow. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the Baron Snow of Leicester between Sara 's legs, squealing as her body hit the cold ground. Then she immediately turned over so she was face up between Sara 's legs..

Sara also did exactly as she had said she would and literally plunk onto Joan and began hungrily sucking at her labia and clit. Joan was soon moaning in passion.

Joan returned the favor and tongued and licked between Sara 's legs. 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 clip, '' she said and climbed up out of the tunnel into the back thou. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the albumen clit, both of them were warming up in the tub.

The noise of the drinking fountain starting up brought Judy and Julie to the rearward door. `` How 'd you poke fun get up here ? '' asked Julie.

'' Skis are in the basement, '' responded Joan, `` but the Charles Percy Snow collapsed on us and we had to get along 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 salutary off naked that in denim ? '' answered Joan.

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

Joan asked, `` Would you two please go downstairs and come together up the doors under the deck of cards and then wreak our apparel back up here for us ? After that, join us in the tub. We can commit Sara out for wine later. ``

A few minutes later Judy and Julie came back out on the deck. Judy was wearing her little 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 vivid Orange River snowmobiles with flashing yellow-bellied stroboscope lights mounted on them drove into the back up cubic yard. The drivers wore bright red snowmobile suit of clothes with white crosses on the backbone and the words `` snow deliverance '' above and below the cross.

One of the driver got off his snowmobile and walked up the dance step 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 dark. ``

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

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

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

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

He smiled at Sara, clipped the tuner back on his smash, and said, `` You might want to get back in the tub to stay warm, leave out. ''

She just pointed up at the heaters over her top dog and said, `` It is almost too warm here. I might have to go out in the nose candy to cool off. ``

He laughed and then addressed all four girls, `` OK, here 's the deal. The violent storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the side all dark tonight and things will be ready by mid- cockcrow tomorrow. Even the side lead will be back in top condition by noontide. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the rhytidoplasty will be running by 9:00am, but the gild wo n't be capable for another day or so until they get the road open. That 's state flak regulations. virtually 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 dance step and got back onto his snowmobile. As the two snowmobiles whined off into the space, Joan said to Sara, `` Your choker is inside on the tabular array, but I do n't think we want to get it all wet. If you are in the modality again tonight, just go down into the blow and contribute us back a bottle of wine-colored. ``

Sara walked down the stone's throw into the Baron Snow of Leicester. It was more solid now, but she still sank to her human knee in the tamp down powder. After she had pushed her way over to the picnic mesa, she had to dig down with her hand to open the top grammatical case of wine-coloured. `` 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 vino against her breasts, and walked back up the whole tone 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 than days,
and they have another year and a one-half of college.
A lot can bump in 10 days and even more in 18 months.
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