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Julie, Judy, and Joan slept until after eleven. By the time they had awakened, Sara had the cabin completely cleaned and straightened up. The ternary J 's took their time showering and finally emerged into the aliveness way around noon. They were all wearing the same Light, pajama-like workout suit they had been wearing the previous evening before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the back deck.

Sara was wearing a long nightshirt with a behemoth picture of sponge Bob Square Pants on it. It made her look like a little young woman, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would consume known immediately that she was NOT a little girl. That was because as she cleaned, sponge Bob was hanging on the doorhandle of the loo in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housework naked. It made her experience dislodge and alive, while at the same fourth dimension allowed her to palpate that she was a bare slave serving her master key. Her knocker had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the sustenance way, not only picking up the shaver bedding from the night before, but also cleanup and dusting every surface in the way. When she heard The troika J 's begin stirring, she scurried over to put on her night 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 apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and clean the support way and kitchen and do up the knockout from the night before. She always did this naked, and just like this daybreak, when she heard The Three J 's beginning to call forth, she would put on her nightshirt and set out preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleaning in the nude sculpture. That was her little secret. Nor did they see her cleaning their chamber or the john 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 moment. Your pick is eggs or waffles. I already have the bacon done and the coffee on. ``

The III J 's voted for eggs and gathered 'round the kitchen board. In a few moments, the eggs were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to talk about hold out night. '' She paused and added, `` ... this break of the day ... '' Another intermission, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottle of wine. ``

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

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

'' Does that entail you did n't like what happened lastly night ? ``

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was mythic. It would almost be enough to make me render 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 long time. ``

'' Does that mean we ca n't do anything like live dark again ? '' asked Sara. The veneration and disappointment 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 cognize when we want a slut slave and when we want a friend. ``

Sara swallowed and nodded and Julie continued. `` And we need to know when you want to be treated as a friend and when you wanted to be treated as a slave. ``

'' I am always your hard worker, '' answered Sara.

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to sleep together when you want us to treat you as our friend slave and when we should treat you as our jade hard worker. If we do n't live what each former wants and expects and what each other 's limitation are, then we will screw up a really wonderful friendship for all of us. ``

Joan took Sara 's helping 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 appropriate. ``

Sara sat thinking for several minutes. She began, `` I think you have already realized that I have this thing for snow. '' Everyone laughed. `` And it is pretty obvious that once I am turned on, spanking really takes me over the edge. ``

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

She twisted her mouth in an odd way as she thought, `` And cipher, of trend, that would get me or any of us kicked out of school or hurt my - or your - future tense calling. ``

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

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

Judy spoke, `` It 's a realism now, and we have to act upon 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 safe give-and-take ? ``

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

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My dependable word is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` Summer is the opposition of winter. I do n't really like 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 time to stop. ``

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

'' Winter, full focal ratio ahead. Springtime, back off. Summer, plosive consonant. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't puzzle out the job of how we know for sure whether or not the Baron Snow of Leicester is falling - or about to descend, '' said Judy, who then raised her hands and shoulders in that way that means `` I do n't make love, '' and asked, `` Any suggestions ? ``

'' I have an theme, '' said Joan, and she got up and went back into her bedchamber. She returned a moment later carrying something inglorious 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 gimmick that will fascinate at almost any size and it has my initials embroidered on it in amber. The simply trouble is that it is n't waterproof. I ended up throwing out the former two after only one season because they were so water damaged from melted Baron Snow of Leicester. ``

Joan set the shoulder strap on the table. In fortunate 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 cervix. It fit perfectly and looked great. Her face was framed in the schema of the black of her whisker and the fateful of the collar. She looked truly beautiful at that instant. Her smiling was beaming and her eyes were shiny with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The dog collar will stick around in a limited drawer in the hut in the living elbow room. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a place we all agreed on. Whenever we want our slut slave acquaintance to make an appearance, we will set the collar out on the mesa. And whenever Sara is willing to spiel - or needs her maestro in a limited way, she can just put on the collar. We will all bed what it means. ``

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

'' I could even get'& an S'embroidered on it in the Sami 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 appear much salutary on you than on a twain of skis, `` added Judy.

'' Our skis ! ! ! '' shouted Joan suddenly, as she jumped to her metrical unit, her eyes all-encompassing open.

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

'' We hung them on the storage wrack next to the deck. They are respective feet beneath the C. P. Snow. As it packs down today, it might warp or even breach them. We have to get them out of there. ``

All four girls ran to the back window. The nose candy had almost stopped falling and the swarm were beginning to chip in way to sunny skies. There was at to the lowest degree two pes of snow on the deck and it was horizontal surface with the snow powder in the yard.

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

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

'' No, '' answered Joan, `` Sara and I will go under the deck through the basement. There is a door next to the stride that opens inward. We should be capable to dig into the Snow from the door and get to the skis. There is only enough room under there for one or two hoi polloi to work, so you girls remain up here. Turn the heaters on the backrest deck on and once the snow has melted away, take the covers off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this afternoon. ``

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

All four girls laughed.

'' Besides, '' added Joan, `` The heater electrical switch also switches the hot tub from standby to pre-heat. Between the heaters and the hot piss circulating in the organisation, the sphere beneath the deck should be strong enough to work in without freezing our fanny off while we dig out the skis. ``

Joan opened the cupboard and took out her pelage and walked back toward the bedroom to deepen. She returned shortly dressed in jeans. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll turn on the warmer, '' and she quickly opened the plump for door and stepped out onto the deck of cards to leaf 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, `` added Judy as they sat down on the couch.

'' Sara, you might want to put on something heater, '' said Joan. `` We are going to be working, not making love. And set the neckband on the tabular array so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a ally slave to help oneself me, not a slattern slave to eat me out ''

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

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

The basement of the cabin was `` semi-finished. '' What that really means is that even though the cellar was effectively at priming coat degree on three sides, they were never able to properly work out the groundwater problems, so there was no carpet on the floor and no paneling on the walls. There was nice furniture and a finished ceiling, but nothing that could n't be moved if things got a trivial wet.

The stair came down into the basement in a large, open room that took up the back half of the place. The nominal head half was divided between two bedchamber that looked out onto the highway. The doors to the two sleeping accommodation were on the interior bulwark. In the middle of the back wall, there was a single, exterior-style door that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to open the door, she explained to Sara, `` The pack of cards is n't closed in, but it is pretty tightlipped. There are trivial break between the boards to grant breathing, but the Baron Snow of Leicester does n't usually get under the deck, and what does rapidly melts when the hot tub heaters kick in. ``

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

Sara was surprised to see that the floor under the deck was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a highway. There was a large drainpipe in the eye of the area. The hot tub itself was built on a foundation of concrete city block and bricks. A boastfully water tankful and pump stood next to the wall of the tub. The ticker was whirring softly. A couple of red lighting glowed on an electric control panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a string to flex on a Light Within. Sara could see a small amount of snow against the outer walls. It was aplomb, but not overly uncomfortable in the small enclosure.

Joan pointed to the storey, `` This catches any rainwater that comes under the deck in the summertime 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 dethaw and go down the drain. '' Then she opened the outer door.

The snow had been packed tightly against the taboo door. There was an depression of the individual control panel apparent on the face of the snow, and there was a small hole where the lever- like doorhandle had been pulled free when the door opened.

Joan reached into a dour surface area alongside the hot tub and pulled out two pocket-size cantonment shovelful. `` These are for cleaning out the fire ring in the summertime, but they will work for digging a hole in the nose candy to recall our skis. ''

Some urine dripped through the deck of cards 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 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 sponger Bob nightshirt over her head and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

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

It took about fifteen minutes before they were at the tips of the skis. At that point, they had a tunnel into the snow about two feet recollective and three or four human foot richly starting from about two feet above the ground. `` damn, '' said Joan as she tried to deplume one of the Set of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the powder would still be loose plenty to pull out the skis out, but it looks like we are going to take in to clear the whole distance of the ski. ``

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

The blow was packed just enough to make it difficult to draw out the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still slack enough to actuate easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their inner circle shovels. In another fifteen or 20 bit, there was about a fundament of snow on the base rapidly melting into the drain, and they had a tunnel nearly the distance of the skis that extended from just above flat coat level to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy water. Joan 's article of clothing 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 raw. Those cotton jeans are wicking pee and evaporating on the surface. That makes them colder than my wet skin. Your ski trouser are limited portmanteau to foreclose that, but right now, you would be beneficial off naked. ``

'' underworld with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never have it off if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet blue jean and underclothes were in a flock on the floor of the cellar. `` upside dry, '' she said, and kept her coat on. She looked rather odd with au naturel legs and crotch below, and a heavy ski parka on top.

Sara entered the tunnel and began chopping C. P. Snow and pushing it back toward Joan who was nearer the doorway. Soon the bottommost set of skis was percipient, and Joan carried them back into the cellar. Two more than exercise set soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to clear some hard 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 doorway, she heard a loud gasp and felt a flack of cold air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer room access. She could also see Sara buried to her boob in the nose candy that had filled the tunnel when the end of it collapsed.

'' Help me, '' said Sara quietly, but with awe in her voice, `` I 'm cleave. ``

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

'' You need to clear some of the nose candy first. '' said Sara. Then she added quickly, `` Make certainly you do n't hit my ft. ``

Joan grabbed her shovel and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the C from the tunnel. It only took a few minutes until she was within inches of Sara 's legs. She threw her shovelful back into the domain under the deck and again pulled on Sara 's munition. This time, 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 coldness, '' answered Sara. `` The flop scared me and I lost my fire. ``

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' snow turns me on, but only if I am already a little bit turned on or want to be turned on. Being half buried by an avalanche of snow and thought I might die sort of kills the climate, so I lost my fervency and got frigid. ''

'' So, '' asked Joan, `` if I were really turned on, the snow would n't be cold to me ? ``

'' Maybe not, '' answered Sara. `` It works for me, but it might not process for everyone. ``

Joan said, `` Then lets get you warmed back up. '' She gave her a unusual smiling and added, `` And maybe we will try a 'Coolie'before going up into the hot tub. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Warmed up ? '' asked Joan.

'' Mm-huh, '' answered Sara.

'' You make ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A sixty-nine 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 low-cal my fire really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the coke ,'we will run up and startle in the hot tub. ``

Sara giggled, said, `` Let 's go, '' and ran out into the burrow with Joan rightfulness behind her. She stood facing the room access with her brain in the solve orbit of the collapse. 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 Charles Percy Snow. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the Baron Snow of Leicester between Sara 's legs, squealing as her physical structure hit the frigidness 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 party favor and tongued and licked between Sara 's legs. Within moments 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 back yard. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the white button, both of them were warming up in the tub.

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

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

'' So where are your apparel ? '' 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 sound good as they both dissolved into laughter.

Joan asked, `` Would you two please go downstairs and close up the threshold under the deck and then get our clothes back up here for us ? After that, join us in the tub. We can send Sara out for wine later. ``

A few minute of arc later Judy and Julie came back out on the deck. Judy was wearing her short-circuit robe, but Julie was naked. They had just joined Joan and Sara in the hot tub when the four of them hear the whimper of snowmobile engines.

Two bright orange snowmobiles with flashing yellow stroboscope lights mounted on them drove into the spine yard. The number one wood wore bright red snowmobile suits with white crosses on the spinal column and the words `` Charles Percy Snow 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 radio set as he got to the top of the pace. `` Checking in from cabin 19, '' he said. `` Cabin is occupied. tycoon 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 discipline before dark. ``

He looked at the raw girl standing in front of him and then over to the three naked girls who were scrunched down low in the hot tub trying to keep their titty below the bubbling water supply. `` 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 reaction on the radio that none of the girls could understand.

The man chuckled and keyed his tuner 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 radiocommunication back on his belt, and said, `` You might want to get back in the tub to stay warm, young lady. ''

She just pointed up at the heaters over her principal 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 tempest has passed. We will be running the groomers on the slopes all night tonight and things will be ready by mid- sunup tomorrow. Even the side lead 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 inn wo n't be open for another day or so until they get the route open air. That 's state fire regulation. well-nigh of the cabins are empty, so you will have the side practically to yourself until the inn 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 table, but I do n't cerebrate we want to get it all wet. If you are in the climate again tonight, just go down into the Baron Snow of Leicester and contribute us back a bottle of wine. ``

Sara walked down the steps into the snow. It was more solid now, but she still sank to her knees in the carry powder. After she had pushed her way over to the picnic tabular array, she had to dig down with her hired man to open the top case of wine-coloured. `` 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 trinity J 's and an S '' volition continue.
They will be at the cabin for several more years,
and they have another year and a one-half of college.
A lot can pass off in 10 day and even more in 18 months.
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