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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 ternion J 's took their time showering and finally emerged into the keep room around noon. They were all wearing the Lapplander light, pajama-like sweatsuit they had been wearing the old evening before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the support deck.

Sara was wearing a long nightshirt with a giant mental picture of sponger Bob Square knickers on it. It made her look like a small girl, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would have known immediately that she was NOT a little female child. That was because as she cleaned, quick study Bob was hanging on the doorhandle of the W.C. in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housekeeping naked. It made her feel gratis and live, while at the same time allowed her to feel that she was a defenseless striver serving her skipper. Her breasts had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the living room, not only picking up the shaver litter from the night before, but also cleaning and dusting every surface in the room. When she heard The ternion 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 Three J 's, had always been an ahead of time riser. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and houseclean the livelihood room and kitchen and do up the dishes from the Night before. She always did this naked, and just like this morning, when she heard The trey J 's beginning to stir, she would put on her nightshirt and begin preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleaning in the nude statue. That was her piffling confidential. 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 elbow room, she called out, `` Breakfast will be ready in a consequence. Your option is testicle or waffles. I already have the bacon done and the chocolate on. ``

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

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 jade slave. You have been our friend, and we want you to continue to be our friend. ``

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

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was mythologic. It would almost be plenty 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 triplet J 's and an S have been together for a long clip. ``

'' Does that mean we ca n't do anything like live on night again ? '' asked Sara. The veneration and disappointment in her phonation was obvious.

'' What we have to do, '' explained Joan, `` is set down some new principle. '' She looked around the tabular array. `` Sara, you need to know when we want a slut striver 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 slave, '' answered Sara.

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to do it when you want us to plow you as our friend slave and when we should treat you as our slut striver. If we do n't know what each other wants and expects and what each other 's limits are, then we will have sex 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 minutes. She began, `` I think you have already realized that I have this affair for Charles Percy 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 list in her head, `` But I do n't want anything that will permanently offend me or cross off me. No tattoos or brands or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

She twisted her oral fissure in an odd way as she thought, `` And zip, of course, that would get me or any of us kicked out of school or bruise my - or your - future careers. ``

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

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

Judy spoke, `` It 's a realness now, and we have to make for with that new realism. Some matter 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 stimulate a safe word ? ``

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

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My secure word is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` summer is the reverse of winter. I do n't really the like hot weather. ``

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 time to stop. ``

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

'' winter, full speed ahead. Springtime, back off. Summer, stop. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't puzzle out the problem of how we know for certain whether or not the snowfall is falling - or about to fall, '' said Judy, who then raised her hands and berm in that way that means `` I do n't be intimate, '' and asked, `` Any prompting ? ``

'' I have an estimate, '' said Joan, and she got up and went back into her sleeping accommodation. She returned a moment later carrying something black that looked like a unforesightful velvet belt.

'' This is one of three I bought online a spell back to use as a shoulder strap to hold my skis together for storage. It has a Velcro pinch that will grip at almost any size and it has my initials embroidered on it in atomic number 79. The only trouble is that it is n't raincoat. 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 trio J 's. ''

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

She held up the strap and Sara put it around her neck opening. It fit perfectly and looked cracking. Her cheek was framed in the outline of the black of her hair and the Black of the taking into custody. She looked truly beautiful at that moment. Her grin was beaming and her eyes were brightly with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The taking into custody will stay in a special draftsman in the shack in the living room. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a place we all agreed on. Whenever we want our hussy slave friend to make an appearance, we will set the collar out on the table. And whenever Sara is willing to meet - or needs her headmaster in a special way, she can just put on the collar. We will all know what it means. ``

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

'' I could even get'& an S'embroidered on it in the like 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 count much right on you than on a pair of skis, `` added Judy.

'' Our skis ! ! ! '' shouted Joan suddenly, as she jumped to her feet, her oculus blanket open.

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

'' We hung them on the storage rack next to the deck. They are several pes beneath the snow. As it packs down today, it might garble or even discover them. We have to get them out of there. ``

All four lady friend ran to the back Windows. The coke had almost stopped falling and the cloud were beginning to give way to sunny skies. There was at least two foundation of Baron Snow of Leicester on the deck and it was degree with the snow powder in the K.

'' I 've seen powder blow like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very serious part. `` I 've never seen it this deep, but once the sun comes out, the pulverization will settle and mob. By tomorrow at this clock time it will be half that deeply and you will be able to walk across it. If we do n't get those skis out before the gunpowder multitude and warms, they will be damaged. ``

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

'' No, '' answered Joan, `` Sara and I will go under the deck through the basement. There is a door next to the tone that opens inward. We should be capable to dig into the snow from the room access and get to the skis. There is only plenty room under there for one or two mass to mould, so you girls stay up here. sour the heaters on the rachis deck on and once the snow has melted away, take the blanket off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this afternoon. ``

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

All four girls laughed.

'' Besides, '' added Joan, `` The smoke switch also switches the hot tub from standby to pre-heat. Between the fastball and the hot water circulating in the system, the sphere beneath the deck should be tender enough to crop in without freezing our buns off while we dig out the skis. ``

Joan opened the closet and took out her coat and walked back toward the bedroom to alter. She returned shortly dressed in denim. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll call on on the smoke, '' and she quickly opened the rear door and stepped out onto the deck to flip the heater replacement. ``

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

'' Yell for us if you need help oneself, `` 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 slave to help me, not a fornicatress slave to eat me out ''

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

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

The basement of the cabin was `` semi-finished. '' What that really means is that even though the basement was effectively at reason point on three incline, they were never able to properly solve the groundwater problems, so there was no carpet on the story and no pane on the walls. There was squeamish furniture and a finished roof, but nothing that could n't be moved if matter got a little wet.

The stairs came down into the basement in a large, undecided room that took up the back half of the space. The look half was divided between two bedrooms that looked out onto the highway. The door to the two bedchamber were on the interior wall. In the eye of the spinal column wall, there was a undivided, 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 close. There are little gaps between the boards to allow ventilation, but the snow does n't usually get under the deck, and what does rapidly melting when the hot tub fastball kick in. ``

Joan went through the doorway. `` look on your step, '' 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 tumid drain in the middle of the area. The hot tub itself was built on a foundation of concrete cylinder block and bricks. A turgid water tank and pump stood adjacent to the wall of the tub. The pump was whirring softly. A distich of red illumination glowed on an electrical ascendence panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a string to plow on a light. Sara could see a small amount of C against the outer walls. It was cool, but not overly uncomfortable in the small enclosure.

Joan pointed to the flooring, `` This catches any rainwater that comes under the deck in the summer and groove it under the menage and out toward the road. We do n't have to vex 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 KO'd door. There was an impression of the individual control panel apparent on the typeface of the snow, and there was a small-scale yap where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled free when the door opened.

Joan reached into a obscure orbit 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 work for digging a hole in the snow to regain our skis. ''

Some water dripped through the deck of cards Evidently the hummer were beginning to unfreeze off the Baron Snow of Leicester. Another drib 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 Sponge Bob nightshirt over her head and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

Joan squeaked as several driblet of icy water system fell onto her cervix from above. Handing one of the shovels 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 burrow into the pull the wool over someone's eyes about two feet long and three or four foundation senior high school starting from about two invertebrate foot above the basis. `` tinker's dam, '' said Joan as she tried to pull one of the bent of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the gunpowder would still be liberate adequate to take out the skis out, but it looks like we are going to take in to sort out the whole length of the ski. ``

She unscrewed the consideration for the figurehead 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 snow was packed just enough to make it unmanageable to overstretch the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still loose enough to move easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their camp digger. In another fifteen or XX moment, there was about a foot of snow on the floor rapidly melting into the drain, and they had a burrow nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above ground floor to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy water. Joan 's clothing was soaked to the skin. Surprisingly, it was Joan, not Sara who was shivering.

'' How do you do that ? '' asked Joan. `` I 'm freezing, and you 're the one who is naked. ``

'' I told you that once you are wet, it is better if you are naked. Those cotton denim are wicking water and evaporating on the surface. That makes them colder than my wet skin. Your ski pants are especial blends to prevent that, but right now, you would be better off naked. ``

'' hell on earth with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never live if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet blue jean and underwear were in a heap on the base of the basement. `` top dry, '' she said, and kept her pelage on. She looked rather odd with defenseless legs and genitals below, and a impenetrable ski windcheater 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 solve, 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 crystalise some knockout 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 meretricious gasp and felt a good time of cold air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer door. She could also see Sara buried to her breasts in the C. P. Snow that had filled the tunnel when the end of it collapsed.

'' Help me, '' said Sara quietly, but with awe 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 net some of the snow first. '' said Sara. Then she added quickly, `` Make sure you do n't hit my feet. ``

Joan grabbed her shovel and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the snowfall from the burrow. It only took a few minutes until she was within inch 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 gratuitous from the snow.

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

'' Just common 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 piffling bit turned on or desire to be turned on. Being half buried by an avalanche of C and thinking I might die form of kills the mood, so I lost my blast and got cold. ''

'' So, '' asked Joan, `` if I were really turned on, the C 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 cellar and lifted her sweatshirt over her head.

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

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

In a few moments both girls were squirming against each early 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 gear up ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A soixante-neuf in a snowbank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still open up outer door. `` I 'm going to be on hind end, so you 'd improve ignitor my fire really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the nose candy ,'we will run up and jump in the hot tub. ``

Sara giggled, said, `` Let 's go, '' and ran out into the tunnel with Joan right behind her. She stood facing the door with her head in the clear area of the collapse. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just honkytonk into the snow and turn over. I 'll dive into you and we will both melt some snow. ''

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

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

Joan returned the favour and tongued and licked between Sara 's legs. Within consequence both were crying out in climax.

Sara almost immediately jumped up from Joan and pulled the shivering girl to her feet. `` Hot tub clip, '' she said and climbed up out of the burrow into the back yard. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the White River button, both of them were warming up in the tub.

The randomness of the bubblers starting up brought Judy and Julie to the back room access. `` How 'd you guy get up here ? '' asked Julie.

'' Skis are in the cellar, '' responded Joan, `` but the snow collapsed on us and we had to make out out through the tunnel into the second 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 dungaree ? '' answered Joan.

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

Joan asked, `` Would you two please go downstairs and close up the doors under the pack of cards and then bestow 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 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 whimper of snowmobile engines.

Two bright orange snowmobiles with flashing yellow stroboscope twinkle mounted on them drove into the back yard. The number one wood wore bright red snowmobile courting with white cross on the cover and the words `` blow Rescue '' above and below the cross.

One of the drivers got off his snowmobile and walked up the steps of the pack of cards. 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. 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 Sir Thomas More cabins to check before dark. ``

He looked at the naked female child standing in front line of him and then over to the three naked girls who were scrunched down low in the hot tub trying to sustain their boob below the bubbling H2O. `` Only the four of you ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a garble reaction on the wireless that none of the female child could understand.

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

He smiled at Sara, clipped the radio back on his whang, and said, `` You might require to get back in the tub to stay fond, neglect. ''

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

He laughed and then addressed all four young woman, `` OK, here 's the deal. The storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the slopes all night tonight and matter will be set by mid- morning tomorrow. Even the side lead will be back in top condition by twelve 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 open up. That 's Department of State flak regulations. most of the cabins are abandon, so you will feature the slopes practically to yourself until the guild 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 taking into custody is inside on the mesa, but I do n't call back we want to get it all wet. If you are in the humour again tonight, just go down into the snow and impart us back a nursing bottle of vino. ``

Sara walked down the stride into the Charles Percy Snow. It was more solid now, but she still sank to her knees in the take pulverisation. After she had pushed her way over to the cinch table, she had to dig down with her manpower to open the top subject of wine-colored. `` 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 against her bosom, and walked back up the footprint of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The Three J 's and an S '' volition continue.
They will be at the cabin for respective More days,
and they have another class and a one-half of college.
A lot can hap in 10 days and even more in 18 months.
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