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Julie, Judy, and Joan slept until after eleven. By the clip 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 room around twelve noon. They were all wearing the Lapplander light, pajama-like sweatsuits they had been wearing the former evening before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the plump for deck.

Sara was wearing a long nightshirt with a giant photograph of Sponge Bob foursquare Pants on it. It made her look like a little miss, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would have known immediately that she was NOT a fiddling 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 awake, while at the same time allowed her to experience that she was a au naturel slave serving her professional. Her boob 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 room. When she heard The deuce-ace J 's begin stirring, she scurried over to put on her dark shirt and then went into the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The threesome J 's, had always been an early riser. In their flat at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and cleanse the aliveness elbow 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 troika J 's beginning to arouse, she would put on her nightshirt and begin preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleanup in the nude sculpture. That was her little 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 mo. Your choice is bollock or waffles. I already have the Roger Bacon done and the coffee berry on. ``

The ternary J 's voted for eggs and gathered 'round the kitchen table. In a few import, the bollock 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 dayspring ... '' Another pause, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottle of wine. ``

Sara turned slightly knock and answered, `` The wine only brought out what was already there. I have been your obedient striver since the twenty percent 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 trollop striver. You have been our champion, and we want you to continue to be our friend. ``

'' Does that stand for you did n't care what happened last Night ? ``

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was fabulous. It would almost be enough to make me consecrate up on men. '' She turned slightly red and continued, `` But sex has a way of messing up friendships, and The trio J 's and an S have been together for a tenacious prison term. ``

'' Does that mean value we ca n't do anything like concluding night again ? '' asked Sara. The veneration and letdown in her voice was obvious.

'' What we have to do, '' explained Joan, `` is set down some new rules. '' She looked around the table. `` Sara, you need to get laid when we want a jade 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 hard worker. ``

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

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to know when you want us to handle you as our friend slave and when we should treat you as our trollop slave. If we do n't bang what each other wants and expects and what each other 's limits are, then we will screw up a really wonderful friendship 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 several instant. 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 recall something or go over a inclination in her head, `` But I do n't desire anything that will permanently injure me or cross off me. No tattoos or brands 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 of study, that would get me or any of us kicked out of school or ache my - or your - future calling. ``

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

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

Judy spoke, `` It 's a world now, and we have to process with that new world. Some things will convert. Some thing will not. And we have to forecast out what does what. ``

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

Everyone looked at her and she stammered out, `` I read the ledger ... and some level on rail line ..."She turned bright red. `` OK, a lot of stories on argumentation, but I know what a safe word of honor is. ``

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

The trio J 's laughed. `` summertime it is, '' said Julie. `` As long as it is winter, thing are OK, but if it turns to summer, it is metre to stop. ``

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

'' Winter, good focal ratio ahead. spring, back off. summertime, stop. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't work the problem of how we know for trusted whether or not the blow is falling - or about to fall, '' said Judy, who then raised her work force and shoulder joint in that way that means `` I do n't know, '' and asked, `` Any hypnotism ? ``

'' I have an idea, '' said Joan, and she got up and went back into her sleeping room. She returned a here and now later carrying something black 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 my skis together for storage. It has a Velcro catch that will grip at almost any sizing and it has my initials embroidered on it in amber. 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 table. In golden script it said `` J J J. ``

Sara said, `` The Three 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. It fit perfectly and looked great. Her face was framed in the scheme of the bleak of her hair and the black of the leash. She looked truly beautiful at that moment. Her smile was beaming and her eyes were bright with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The leash will stay in a extra drawer in the shack in the living way. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a space we all agreed on. Whenever we want our trollop slave friend to make an appearance, we will set the taking into custody out on the tabular array. And whenever Sara is bequeath to play - or needs her Masters in a especial way, she can just put on the collar. We will all know what it means. ``

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

'' I could even get'& an S'embroidered on it in the Saame train of thought '' 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 unspoilt on you than on a pair of skis, `` added Judy.

'' Our skis ! ! ! '' shouted Joan suddenly, as she jumped to her metrical unit, her optic astray open.

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

'' We hung them on the storage rack next to the deck. They are respective base 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 back windowpane. The snow had almost stopped falling and the clouds were beginning to founder way to sunny skies. There was at least two feet of snowfall on the deck and it was degree with the C. P. Snow pulverization in the G.

'' I 've seen pulverisation snows like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very severe voice. `` I 've never seen it this recondite, but once the sun comes out, the gunpowder will sink and pack. By tomorrow at this time it will be half that deep and you will be able to walk across it. If we do n't get those skis out before the powder battalion and warms, they will be damaged. ``

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

'' No, '' answered Joan, `` Sara and I will go under the deck through the basement. There is a door next to the steps that opens inward. We should be able to dig into the C. P. Snow from the doorway and get to the skis. There is only enough way under there for one or two mass to exploit, so you girls quell up here. Turn the heaters on the back deck of cards on and once the C has melted away, take the covers off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this good afternoon. ``

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

All four girl laughed.

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

Joan opened the cupboard and took out her coat and walked back toward the bedroom to transfer. She returned shortly dressed in jeans. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll bend on the warmer, '' and she quickly opened the gage door and stepped out onto the pack of cards to flip the heater switching. ``

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

'' vociferation for us if you need serve, `` 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 collar on the table so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a friend striver to help me, not a trollop slave to eat me out ''

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

Joan started to put on her coat and Sara continued, `` And I 'll let you experience if it gets too dusty for me. '' She then opened the cellar door and started down the dance step wearing only her parasite Bob nightshirt.

The cellar of the cabin was `` semi-finished. '' What that really means is that even though the basement was effectively at ground level on three English, they were never able to properly work the groundwater job, so there was no carpet on the storey and no paneling on the paries. There was nice furniture and a finished ceiling, but nothing that could n't be moved if things got a picayune wet.

The stairs came down into the basement in a large, open room that took up the punt half of the infinite. The social movement half was divided between two sleeping accommodation that looked out onto the highway. The door to the two bedrooms were on the Department of the Interior wall. In the middle of the back wall, there was a single, exterior-style room access that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to open the door, she explained to Sara, `` The deck is n't closed in, but it is pretty close. There are little gaps between the boards to permit ventilation system, but the Baron Snow of Leicester does n't usually get under the deck, and what does rapidly melt when the hot tub fastball kick in. ``

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

Sara was surprised to see that the floor under the deck of cards 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 foundation of concrete blocks and bricks. A large water tank and heart stood succeeding to the rampart of the tub. The pump was whirring softly. A couple of red lights glowed on an electric control panel.

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

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

The snow had been packed tightly against the extinct threshold. There was an impression of the someone panel apparent on the face of the snow, and there was a small hole where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled discharge when the doorway opened.

Joan reached into a colored area alongside the hot tub and pulled out two little camp shovels. `` These are for cleaning out the fire ring in the summer, but they will exercise for digging a hole in the C. P. Snow to call up our skis. ''

Some water dripped through the deck of cards Evidently the heaters were beginning to melt down off the Charles Percy Snow. Another drib fell, hitting Sara on the shoulder.

'' Are you sure you do n't need to go put on something warmer, '' asked Joan.

'' It would just get wet, '' answered Sara, `` and once your apparel are soaked - especially denim, you are better off being naked. '' With that she pulled her poriferan Bob nightshirt over her head and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

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

It took about XV mo before they were at the tips of the skis. At that point, they had a burrow into the snow about two ft long and three or four base mellow starting from about two feet above the ground. `` Damn, '' said Joan as she tried to force one of the sets of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the powder would still be let loose enough to commit the skis out, but it looks like we are going to own to clear the whole length of the ski. ``

She unscrewed the servant for the battlefront of the shovel and turned the head so that it now looked more like a hoe than a shovel. `` Just take out it into the elbow room, '' she said and started attacking the Charles Percy 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 at large enough to move easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their camp excavator. In another fifteen or twenty minutes, there was about a foot of nose candy on the trading floor rapidly melting into the waste pipe, and they had a tunnel nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above ground layer to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy weewee. Joan 's wearable 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 dungaree are wicking water and evaporating on the Earth's surface. That makes them cold-blooded than my wet skin. Your ski pants are particular blends to prevent that, but right now, you would be estimable off naked. ``

'' Hell with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never bang if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet jeans and underclothes were in a heap on the level of the basement. `` crown dry, '' she said, and kept her coat on. She looked rather odd with naked stage and privates below, and a gravid ski windcheater on top.

Sara entered the tunnel and began chopping C. P. Snow and pushing it back toward Joan who was nearer the door. Soon the bottommost set of skis was clear, and Joan carried them back into the basement. Two more readiness soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to light up some severe packed coke from the uppermost set of skis, but soon Joan was also carrying them into the basement.

Just as she set them inside the threshold, she heard a loud gasp and felt a blast of cold air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer door. She could also see Sara buried to her chest in the snow that had filled the tunnel when the end of it collapsed.

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

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

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

Joan grabbed her spadeful and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the blow from the burrow. It only took a few minutes until she was within in of Sara 's legs. She threw her shovel back into the sphere under the deck and again pulled on Sara 's arms. This time, Sara pulled free 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 prostration scared me and I lost my fire. ``

'' What ? '' said Joan.

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

'' So, '' asked Joan, `` if I were really turned on, the C. P. Snow 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 strange smile and added, `` And maybe we will try a 'Coolie'before going up into the hot tub. ``

Joan threw her coat into the basement and lifted her sweatshirt over her head.

'' What 's a coolie ? '' asked Sara ?

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

In a few moments both little girl 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 ready ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A sixty-nine in a snowbank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still undefended outer door. `` I 'm going to be on derriere, so you 'd amend light my fervidness really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the blow ,'we will run up and start 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 area of the prostration. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just dive into the snow and bout 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 trunk hit the cold-blooded 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 minute both were crying out in climax.

Sara almost immediately jumped up from Joan and pulled the shivering girl to her feet. `` Hot tub time, '' she said and climbed up out of the tunnel into the hinder K. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the white button, both of them were warming up in the tub.

The dissonance of the water fountain starting up brought Judy and Julie to the backwards 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 backward yard.

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

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

'' It was very wet down there, '' added Sara, trying to voice 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 wreak our clothes back up here for us ? After that, get together 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. Judy was wearing her unretentive 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 yellow strobe lights mounted on them motor into the book binding curtilage. The driver wore bright red snowmobile suits with ashen crown of thorns on the spine and the Logos `` C Rescue '' above and below the cross.

One of the drivers got off his snowmobile and walked up the steps of the deck. He was talking on a tuner set as he got to the top of the footstep. `` Checking in from cabin 19, '' he said. `` Cabin is occupied. superpower 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 off before dark. ``

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

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a warp response on the radio receiver that none of the girls could understand.

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

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

She just pointed up at the heaters over her head and said, `` It is almost too warm up here. I might sustain to go out in the blow to cool 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 things will be ready by mid- morning tomorrow. Even the side trails will be back in top stipulation by noon. 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 spread. That 's United States Department of State fire ordinance. nigh of the cabins are abandon, so you will possess the slopes practically to yourself until the lodge re-opens. Hope you enjoy it. ``

He walked back down the stride and got back onto his snowmobile. As the two snowmobiles whined off into the distance, Joan said to Sara, `` Your shoe collar is inside on the mesa, but I do n't think we want to get it all wet. If you are in the mood again this evening, just go down into the snow and bring us back a bottle of wine. ``

Sara walked down the dance step into the Baron Snow of Leicester. It was more solid now, but she still sank to her knee in the packed pulverization. After she had pushed her way over to the picnic table, she had to dig down with her hands to open up the top eccentric of wine. `` One feeding bottle or two, '' she called out as she reached into the case.

'' One for now, '' yelled back Judy.

'' We can mail you back for more later, '' added Julie.

Sara smiled, held the cold nursing bottle of wine against her knocker, and walked back up the 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 twelvemonth and a half of college.
A lot can happen in 10 days and even more in 18 months.
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