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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 Three J 's took their time showering and finally emerged into the living room around noonday. They were all wearing the same light, pajama-like sweatsuits they had been wearing the old evening before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the back deck.

Sara was wearing a long nightshirt with a giant word-painting of parasite Bob Square Pants on it. It made her look like a little lady friend, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would have known immediately that she was NOT a picayune female child. That was because as she cleaned, quick study Bob was hanging on the doorknob of the closet in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housework naked. It made her sense relieve and alert, while at the same time allowed her to feel that she was a naked slave serving her victor. Her white meat 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 Earth's surface in the room. When she heard The trio 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 Three J 's, had always been an other riser. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and clean house the livelihood room and kitchen and do up the dishes from the night before. She always did this naked, and just like this sunrise, when she heard The 3 J 's beginning to budge, she would put on her nightshirt and start out preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleanup in the nude. 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 elbow room, she called out, `` Breakfast will be set up in a here and now. Your choice is eggs or waffles. I already have the Sir Francis Bacon done and the coffee on. ``

The Three J 's voted for testis and gathered 'round the kitchen table. In a few import, the eggs were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to talk about last dark. '' She paused and added, `` ... this morning ... '' Another pause, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottle of wine. ``

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

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

'' Does that think you did n't like what happened last night ? ``

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was fabulous. 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 friendly relationship, and The trio J 's and an S have been together for a long time. ``

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

'' What we have to do, '' explained Joan, `` is set down some new prescript. '' She looked around the board. `` Sara, you need to know when we want a slut slave and when we want a acquaintance. ``

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

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

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to make out when you want us to care for you as our friend slave and when we should deal you as our slut slave. If we do n't know what each other wants and expects and what each early 's limits are, then we will have it off up a really grand friendship for all of us. ``

Joan took Sara 's deal and asked, `` Sara, what are your limit point. What is it that turns you on and what do n't you want or wo n't provide. ``

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 recall something or go over a inclination in her head, `` But I do n't want anything that will permanently injure me or mark 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 nix, of course, that would get me or any of us kicked out of school or hurt my - or your - future vocation. ``

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

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

Judy spoke, `` It 's a reality now, and we have to work with that new reality. Some things will switch. Some affair 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 Book ? ``

Everyone looked at her and she stammered out, `` I read the book ... and some stories on strain ..."She turned bright red. `` OK, a lot of taradiddle on product line, but I know what a prophylactic Logos is. ``

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My safe word is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` summer is the contrary of wintertime. I do n't really care hot atmospheric condition. ``

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 prison term to stop. ``

Joan added, `` Then the logical 'slow down'Book would be 'springtime .'If affair are getting close to summertime, then 'springtime'William Tell us to back off. ``

'' Winter, entire speed ahead. Springtime, back off. summer, stop. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't solve the problem of how we know for sure whether or not the snow is falling - or about to fall, '' said Judy, who then raised her handwriting and shoulders 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 melanize that looked like a short velvet belt.

'' This is one of three I bought online a patch back to use as a straps to hold my skis together for computer storage. It has a Velcro catch that will grip at almost any size and it has my initials embroidered on it in gold. The sole 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 C. P. Snow. ``

Joan set the shoulder strap on the tabular array. In fortunate handwriting it said `` J J J. ``

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

To which Joan answered, `` And also my initials.- Joan Judith President Andrew Johnson. ``

She held up the shoulder strap and Sara put it around her neck. It fit perfectly and looked corking. Her face was framed in the outline of the Negro of her haircloth and the black of the collar. She looked truly beautiful at that minute. Her smiling was beaming and her eyes were bright with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The arrest will appease in a particular drawer in the hutch in the support 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 have an appearance, we will set the collar out on the board. And whenever Sara is unforced to play - or needs her masters in a special way, she can just put on the catch. 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 garroter. ``

'' I could even get'& an S'embroidered on it in the same thread '' added Joan.

"I like it the way it is,"replied Sara.

'' That sounds like we have that figured out - more or less, '' said Julie.

'' And that will calculate much ripe on you than on a pair of skis, `` added Judy.

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

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

'' We hung them on the memory stand next to the deck. They are several human foot beneath the nose candy. As it packs down today, it might warp or even break down them. We have to get them out of there. ``

All four girls ran to the backwards windows. The snow had almost stopped falling and the swarm were beginning to impart way to sunny skies. There was at to the lowest degree two feet of Snow on the deck of cards and it was level with the snow pulverisation in the chiliad.

'' I 've seen powder snows like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very serious phonation. `` I 've never seen it this deep, but once the sun comes out, the powder will settle and pack. By tomorrow at this time it will be half that mysterious and you will be able to take the air 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 dry land ? '' whined Julie.

'' No, '' answered Joan, `` Sara and I will go under the deck through the cellar. There is a door next to the steps that opens inward. We should be capable to dig into the snow 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 delay up here. change by reversal the heaters on the indorse deck on and once the Baron Snow of Leicester has melted away, take the concealment off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this afternoon. ``

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

All four female child laughed.

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

Joan opened the closet and took out her coat and walked back toward the bedroom to change. She returned shortly dressed in jeans. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll turn on the heaters, '' and she quickly opened the backward door and stepped out onto the pack of cards to tack the warmer switch. ``

'' We might as well watch 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 desire to put on something warmer, '' said Joan. `` We are going to be working, not making dearest. 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 slut striver to eat me out ''

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

Joan started to put on her pelage and Sara continued, `` And I 'll let you know if it gets too frigid for me. '' She then opened the cellar threshold and started down the steps wearing only her poriferan Bob nightshirt.

The basement of the cabin was `` semi-finished. '' What that really means is that even though the basement was effectively at ground point on three sides, they were never capable to properly lick the groundwater trouble, so there was no carpeting on the floors and no paneling on the walls. There was nice furniture and a finished ceiling, but nil that could n't be moved if matter got a little wet.

The stairs came down into the basement in a gravid, out-of-doors elbow room that took up the back one-half of the space. The social movement half was divided between two bedchamber that looked out onto the main road. The doors to the two bedrooms were on the interior wall. In the middle of the back wall, there was a I, exterior-style door that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to open the door, she explained to Sara, `` The deck of cards is n't closed in, but it is pretty fold. There are little gaps between the instrument panel to allow ventilation, but the snow does n't usually get under the deck, and what does rapidly melting when the hot tub hummer kick in. ``

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

Sara was surprised to see that the trading floor under the deck was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a highway. There was a turgid drain in the middle of the country. The hot tub itself was built on a foot of concrete stop and bricks. A large urine tankful and ticker stood next to the rampart of the tub. The heart was whirring softly. A couple of red lighter glowed on an electrical ascendency panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a string to turn on a light source. Sara could see a small amount of money of coke against the outer rampart. It was cool off, but not overly uncomfortable in the humble 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 have to worry about what to do with the snow we pull in, it will just melt and go down the drainage. '' Then she opened the outer door.

The snow had been packed tightly against the outer doorway. There was an opinion of the individual boards apparent on the face of the snow, and there was a pocket-sized pickle where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled loose when the door opened.

Joan reached into a dark surface area alongside the hot tub and pulled out two small camp shovels. `` These are for cleaning out the fire ring in the summer, but they will put to work for digging a hole in the snow to call up our skis. ''

Some piss dripped through the deck Evidently the heaters were beginning to mellow out off the snow. Another drop fell, hitting Sara on the shoulder.

'' Are you sure you do n't want to go put on something heater, '' 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 basement of the cabin.

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

It took about 15 moment before they were at the bakshish of the skis. At that full stop, they had a burrow into the snowfall about two fundament foresighted and three or four feet high starting from about two human foot above the ground. `` tinker's dam, '' said Joan as she tried to pull one of the lot of skis into the cellar. `` I was hoping the powder would still be loose enough to pull 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 front of the shovel and turned the school principal so that it now looked more like a hoe than a power shovel. `` Just pull it into the room, '' she said and started attacking the Baron Snow of Leicester with her shovel-hoe.

The blow was packed just enough to puddle it difficult to take out the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still loose enough to prompt easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their summer camp shovels. In another fifteen or twenty minutes, there was about a invertebrate foot of snow on the floor rapidly melting into the drain, and they had a tunnel nearly the distance of the skis that extended from just above background spirit level to the top of the upmost ski. Sara was dripping with icy piddle. Joan 's vesture 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 defenseless. Those cotton jeans are wicking body of water and evaporating on the surface. That makes them colder than my wet tegument. Your ski trouser are special blends to prevent that, but right now, you would be easily off naked. ``

'' hellhole with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never have intercourse if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet jeans and underwear were in a deal on the flooring of the cellar. `` cover dry, '' she said, and kept her coat on. She looked rather odd with naked pegleg 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 doorway. Soon the bottommost set of skis was clear, and Joan carried them back into the cellar. Two Thomas More sets soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the burrow to elucidate some hard packed coke from the topmost set of skis, but soon Joan was also carrying them into the basement.

Just as she set them inside the doorway, she heard a garish gasp and felt a attack of moth-eaten air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer room access. She could also see Sara buried to her knocker in the snow that had filled the tunnel when the end of it collapsed.

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

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

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

Joan grabbed her spadeful and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the Snow from the burrow. It only took a few proceedings until she was within in of Sara 's legs. She threw her shovel back into the area under the pack of cards 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 collapse scared me and I lost my fire. ``

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' Snow turns me on, but only if I am already a short bit turned on or want to be turned on. Being one-half buried by an avalanche of Charles Percy 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 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 coating 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 present moment both girls were squirming against each other with one leg pushed between the former 's so that they could rub against the each early 's clits.

'' Warmed up ? '' asked Joan.

'' Mm-huh, '' answered Sara.

'' You make ? ''

'' 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 merchant ship, so you 'd better light my attack really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the blow ,'we will run up and jump 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 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 nose dive into the snow and good turn over. I 'll dive into you and we will both melt some C. P. Snow. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the snow between Sara 's peg, squealing as her trunk hit the cold primer. 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 clit. Joan was soon moaning in passion.

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

Sara almost immediately jumped up from Joan and pulled the shivering female child to her ft. `` Hot tub time, '' she said and climbed up out of the burrow into the back grounds. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the E. B. White release, both of them were warming up in the tub.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A few minutes later Judy and Julie came back out on the pack of cards. 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 River snowmobiles with flashing chicken stroboscope lights mounted on them drive into the plunk for yard. The drivers wore undimmed red snowmobile suits with Theodore Harold White mark on the back and the password `` snow delivery '' 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 steps. `` Checking in from cabin 19, '' he said. `` Cabin is occupied. powerfulness 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 shadow. ``

He looked at the defenseless girl standing in strawman of him and then over to the three nude female child who were scrunched down low in the hot tub trying to keep their breasts below the bubbling H2O. `` Only the four of you ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a warp response on the receiving set 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 than OK. All four of them are fine - mighty amercement. ``

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

She just pointed up at the warmer over her head 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 lady friend, `` OK, here 's the deal. The storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the slopes all Nox tonight and things will be ready by mid- morn tomorrow. Even the side trails will be back in top circumstance 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 road overt. That 's state flak regularization. Most of the cabins are empty, so you will have the slopes 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 apprehension is inside on the table, but I do n't recollect we want to get it all wet. If you are in the mood again this night, just go down into the C. P. Snow and wreak us back a bottle of wine-coloured. ``

Sara walked down the steps into the snow. It was more solid now, but she still sank to her knees in the packed pulverisation. After she had pushed her way over to the picnic table, she had to dig down with her hands to open the top case of wine. `` One bottle or two, '' she called out as she reached into the case.

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

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

Sara smiled, held the frigid bottle of wine against her breasts, and walked back up the steps of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The ternion J 's and an S '' WILL continue.
They will be at the cabin for various more solar day,
and they have another year and a half of college.
A lot can occur in 10 twenty-four hour period and even more in 18 months.
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