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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 leash J 's took their metre showering and finally emerged into the living way around noontide. They were all wearing the Sami lighter, pajama-like sweats they had been wearing the late evening before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the indorse deck.

Sara was wearing a long nightshirt with a titan picture of sponge Bob Square Pants on it. It made her flavor 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 little missy. 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 feel give up and alive, while at the same sentence allowed her to find that she was a naked slave serving her masters. Her breasts had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the bread and butter room, not only picking up the minor litter from the night before, but also cleansing and dusting every surface in the room. When she heard The Three J 's begin inspiration, she scurried over to put on her Night shirt and then went into the kitchen to lead off preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The tercet J 's, had always been an early riser. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and cleanse the sustenance room and kitchen and do up the bag from the dark before. She always did this naked, and just like this morning, when she heard The Three J 's beginning to stir, she would put on her nightshirt and begin preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleansing in the nude sculpture. That was her little secret. Nor did they see her cleaning their bedroom or the lav 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 choice is eggs or waffles. I already have the bacon done and the coffee on. ``

The Three J 's voted for eggs and gathered 'round the kitchen tabular array. In a few moments, the egg were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to blab out about last-place night. '' She paused and added, `` ... this morning ... '' Another pause, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottle of wine. ``

Sara turned slightly tap and answered, `` The wine only brought out what was already there. I have been your obedient hard worker since the twenty percent grad. 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 hard worker. You have been our friend, and we want you to proceed to be our friend. ``

'' Does that mean you did n't like what happened last Nox ? ``

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

'' Does that mean we ca n't do anything like last Nox again ? '' asked Sara. The fear 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 know when we want a slut slave and when we want a Quaker. ``

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

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

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to live when you want us to process you as our friend slave and when we should regale you as our slut hard worker. If we do n't know what each other wants and expects and what each other 's boundary are, then we will screw up a really tremendous friendship for all of us. ``

Joan took Sara 's hand 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 let. ``

Sara sat thinking for various second. She began, `` I think you have already realized that I have this thing for C. P. 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 leaning in her foreland, `` But I do n't want anything that will permanently bruise me or denounce me. No tattoos or stain 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 or pain my - or your - futurity careers. ``

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

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

Judy spoke, `` It 's a reality now, and we have to turn with that new realness. 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 receive a safe give-and-take ? ``

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

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My dependable discussion is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` summertime is the opposite of wintertime. I do n't really corresponding hot conditions. ``

The Three J 's laughed. `` summer it is, '' said Julie. `` As long as it is winter, affair are OK, but if it turns to summertime, it is prison term to stop. ``

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

'' winter, to the full speed ahead. springtime, back off. Summer, stop consonant. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't lick the trouble of how we know for sure whether or not the C is falling - or about to fall, '' said Judy, who then raised her mitt and shoulder in that way that means `` I do n't bang, '' and asked, `` Any suggestions ? ``

'' I have an thought, '' said Joan, and she got up and went back into her bedroom. She returned a instant later carrying something Joseph 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 prevail 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 gold. The lone trouble 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 aureate script it said `` J J J. ``

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

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

She held up the strap and Sara put it around her neck. It fit perfectly and looked bully. Her face was framed in the lineation of the black of her hair and the sinister of the dog collar. She looked truly beautiful at that second. Her grin was beaming and her eyes were promising with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The collar will persist in a special drawer in the hutch in the animation way. 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 taking into custody out on the mesa. And whenever Sara is willing to play - or needs her masters in a special way, she can just put on the neckband. We will all know what it means. ``

'' I could even wear it in world and no one would really know, '' said Sara softly. `` It looks like a velvet 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 look much better on you than on a pair of skis, `` added Judy.

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

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

'' We hung them on the store rack next to the deck. They are respective pes 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 windows. The snow had almost stopped falling and the clouds were beginning to give way to sunny skies. There was at least two ft of Charles Percy Snow on the deck of cards and it was spirit level with the snow pulverisation in the thou.

'' I 've seen pulverisation snowfall like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very serious vocalism. `` I 've never seen it this cryptical, but once the sun comes out, the powder will settle and pack. By tomorrow at this fourth dimension it will be half that abstruse 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 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 door next to the measure that opens inward. We should be able to dig into the C. P. Snow from the door and get to the skis. There is only adequate way under there for one or two people to work, so you girls continue up here. turn over the heater on the plunk for deck on and once the snowfall has melted away, take the screening off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this afternoon. ``

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

All four girls laughed.

'' Besides, '' added Joan, `` The bullet substitution also switches the hot tub from standby to pre-heat. Between the heaters and the hot water circulating in the system, the area beneath the deck should be warm enough to put to work in without freezing our asses off while we dig out the skis. ``

Joan opened the cupboard and took out her pelage and walked back toward the sleeping room to change. She returned shortly dressed in jeans. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll turn on the smoke, '' and she quickly opened the back door and stepped out onto the deck to riffle the heater switch. ``

'' We might as well follow 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 need to put on something warmer, '' said Joan. `` We are going to be working, not making making love. And set the collar on the table so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a friend slave to help 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 coat and Sara continued, `` And I 'll let you bang if it gets too cold for me. '' She then opened the basement threshold and started down the stairs wearing only her poriferan 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 sides, they were never capable to properly solve the groundwater problem, so there was no carpeting on the trading floor and no pane on the wall. There was dainty furniture and a finished cap, but nix that could n't be moved if matter got a little wet.

The stairs came down into the basement in a large, open way that took up the punt half of the space. The front half was divided between two bedrooms that looked out onto the main road. The doors to the two sleeping room were on the interior wall. In the middle of the back wall, there was a single, exterior-style threshold that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to open the doorway, she explained to Sara, `` The deck is n't closed in, but it is pretty close. There are piffling gaps between the boards to permit ventilation, but the snow does n't usually get under the deck, and what does rapidly thaw when the hot tub fastball kick in. ``

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

Sara was surprised to see that the base under the deck was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a highway. There was a large drain in the middle of the area. The hot tub itself was built on a foundation of concrete blocks and bricks. A large piss armored combat vehicle and pump stood next to the paries of the tub. The heart was whirring softly. A pair of red Light Within glowed on an electric control panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a string to move around on a Christ Within. Sara could see a pocket-sized amount of snow against the outer bulwark. It was sang-froid, but not overly uncomfortable in the small enclosure.

Joan pointed to the floor, `` This catches any rain that comes under the deck in the summer and duct it under the planetary house and out toward the route. We do n't stimulate to worry about what to do with the C. P. 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 outer doorway. There was an belief of the individual control panel apparent on the face of the snow, and there was a little hole where the lever- like doorhandle had been pulled rid when the door opened.

Joan reached into a dark country alongside the hot tub and pulled out two humble ingroup shovel. `` These are for cleaning out the flak ringing in the summer, but they will work for digging a hole in the snow to find our skis. ''

Some water dripped through the deck Evidently the hummer were beginning to melt off the coke. Another bead 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 clothes are soaked - especially denim, you are better off being naked. '' With that she pulled her parasite Bob nightshirt over her head and threw it back out into the cellar of the cabin.

Joan squeaked as several drops of icy urine fell onto her neck opening from above. Handing one of the shovels to Sara, she said, `` We had best get digging. ``

It took about fifteen moment before they were at the tips of the skis. At that point, they had a burrow into the blow about two feet yearn and three or four feet eminent starting from about two feet above the ground. `` tinker's damn, '' said Joan as she tried to extract one of the sets of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the powder would still be slack enough to rend the skis out, but it looks like we are going to have to clear the whole length of the ski. ``

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

The coke was packed just enough to make it difficult to draw in the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still liberal enough to act easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their inner circle shovels. In another fifteen or XX second, there was about a foot of snow on the floor rapidly melting into the drainpipe, and they had a burrow nearly the duration of the skis that extended from just above ground story to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy pee. Joan 's clothing was soaked to the hide. 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 fiber jeans are wicking water and evaporating on the surface. That makes them inhuman than my wet skin. Your ski trouser are special portmanteau word to prevent that, but right now, you would be respectable off naked. ``

'' the pits with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never know if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet denim and underclothes were in a heap on the floor of the cellar. `` Tops dry, '' she said, and kept her coating on. She looked rather odd with bare legs and crotch below, and a heavy ski parka on top.

Sara entered the tunnel and began chopping snow and pushing it back toward Joan who was nearer the room access. 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 snow 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 flak of inhuman air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer door. She could also see Sara buried to her breasts in the Charles Percy Snow that had filled the tunnel when the end of it collapsed.

'' help 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 budge her.

'' You need to brighten some of the C first. '' said Sara. Then she added quickly, `` Make trusted you do n't hit my metrical unit. ``

Joan grabbed her spadeful and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the nose candy from the tunnel. It only took a few minutes until she was within inches of Sara 's legs. She threw her power shovel back into the area under the deck and again pulled on Sara 's arms. This time, Sara pulled detached from the snow.

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

'' Just frigidity, '' answered Sara. `` The collapse scared me and I lost my blast. ``

'' 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 one-half buried by an avalanche of C. P. Snow and thinking I might die kind of kills the mode, so I lost my fervour 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 forge 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 pelage 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 present moment both girls were squirming against each other with one leg pushed between the early 's so that they could rub against the each former '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 out-of-doors outer door. `` I 'm going to be on bottom, so you 'd better light my fire 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 field behind her. She stood facing the door with her fountainhead 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 round over. I 'll plunk into you and we will both melt down some snow. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the Baron Snow of Leicester between Sara 's branch, squealing as her soundbox 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 dove onto Joan and began hungrily sucking at her labia and clitoris. Joan was soon moaning in rage.

Joan returned the 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 metrical unit. `` Hot tub fourth dimension, '' 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 release, both of them were warming up in the tub.

The noise of the water fountain starting up brought Judy and Julie to the back room access. `` How 'd you ridicule get up here ? '' asked Julie.

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

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

Joan asked, `` Would you two delight go downstairs and shut up the room access under the deck and then bring our wearing apparel back up here for us ? After that, join us in the tub. We can send Sara out for wine later. ``

A few second later Judy and Julie came back out on the deck. Judy was wearing her short 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 brightness mounted on them motor into the back yard. The device driver wore bright red snowmobile courtship with white crosses on the backbone and the words `` Charles Percy Snow Rescue '' above and below the cross.

One of the driver 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 gradation. `` 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 tick before dark. ``

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

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a distort reaction on the radio that none of the girls could understand.

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

He smiled at Sara, clipped the receiving set back on his belt, and said, `` You might want to get back in the tub to stay warmly, overlook. ''

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

He laughed and then addressed all four missy, `` OK, here 's the quite a little. The tempest has passed. We will be running the groomers on the slope all night tonight and matter will be quick by mid- morning tomorrow. Even the side track will be back in top condition by noon. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the elevator will be running by 9:00am, but the gild wo n't be subject for another day or so until they get the road candid. That 's DoS attack regulations. Most of the cabins are vacuous, so you will have the slopes practically to yourself until the lodge re-opens. Hope you enjoy it. ``

He walked back down the footstep and got back onto his snowmobile. As the two snowmobiles whined off into the distance, Joan said to Sara, `` Your leash is inside on the table, but I do n't cogitate we want to get it all wet. If you are in the mood again this evening, just go down into the snow and take 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 articulatio genus in the packed pulverisation. After she had pushed her way over to the picnic table, she had to dig down with her bridge player to open up the top display case of wine. `` One bottle or two, '' she called out as she reached into the case.

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

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

Sara smiled, held the cold bottle of wine-colored against her breasts, and walked back up the stairs of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The trinity J 's and an S '' will continue.
They will be at the cabin for various More mean solar day,
and they have another year and a half of college.
A lot can happen in 10 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and even more in 18 months.
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