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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 III J 's took their metre showering and finally emerged into the living way around noon. They were all wearing the Lapplander light, pajama-like sweatsuit they had been wearing the late evening before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the rearward deck.

Sara was wearing a long nightshirt with a giant motion-picture show of poriferan Bob Square pant on it. It made her looking like a little miss, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would have known immediately that she was NOT a little girl. That was because as she cleaned, Sponge Bob was hanging on the doorknob of the closet in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housework naked. It made her feel free and alive, while at the like time allowed her to feel that she was a naked hard worker serving her masters. Her titty had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the sustenance room, not only picking up the minor bedding material from the night before, but also cleaning and dusting every surface in the room. When she heard The Three J 's Begin stirring, she scurried over to put on her dark shirt and then went into the kitchen to commence preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The Three J 's, had always been an early riser pipeline. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and cleanse the bread and butter way and kitchen and do up the dishes from the Nox before. She always did this naked, and just like this morning, when she heard The Three J 's beginning to call down, she would put on her nightshirt and commence preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleaning in the nude painting. That was her little arcanum. Nor did they see her cleaning their bedrooms or the toilet 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 gear up 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 instant, the ball were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to talk about last-place night. '' She paused and added, `` ... this morning ... '' Another pause, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottle of vino. ``

Sara turned slightly tap and answered, `` The wine only brought out what was already there. I have been your obedient slave since the twenty percent gradation. 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 fornicatress slave. You have been our friend, and we want you to continue to be our admirer. ``

'' Does that mean you did n't like what happened death night ? ``

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was fabulous. It would almost be enough to take me hand up on men. '' She turned slightly red and continued, `` But sex has a way of messing up friendly relationship, and The threesome J 's and an S have been together for a retentive clock time. ``

'' Does that mean we ca n't do anything like last Night again ? '' asked Sara. The fearfulness and dashing hopes 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 love 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 protagonist and when you wanted to be treated as a striver. ``

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

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to know when you want us to deal you as our friend hard worker and when we should do by you as our adulteress slave. If we do n't screw what each early wants and expects and what each early 's limit point are, then we will jazz up a really wonderful friendship for all of us. ``

Joan took Sara 's manus 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 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 border. ``

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

She twisted her mouth in an odd way as she thought, `` And zilch, of course, that would get me or any of us kicked out of school or ache my - or your - future life history. ``

Joan nodded her school principal. `` It sounds like you have thought about this a small. ``

'' Fantasized is more like it, '' answered Sara, lowering her optic 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 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 get a good watchword ? ``

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

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My safe tidings is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` summertime is the reverse of winter. I do n't really care hot weather. ``

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

Joan added, `` Then the coherent 'slow down'word of honor would be 'springtime .'If affair are getting close to summertime, then 'springtime'William Tell us to back up off. ``

'' wintertime, fully speed ahead. spring, back off. summer, arrest. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't solve the trouble of how we know for trusted whether or not the C. P. Snow is falling - or about to fall, '' said Judy, who then raised her hands and shoulder in that way that means `` I do n't live, '' and asked, `` Any suggestions ? ``

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

'' This is one of three I bought online a spell back to use as a shoulder strap to obtain my skis together for store. It has a Velcro catch that will grip at almost any size and it has my initials embroidered on it in gold. The only problem is that it is n't waterproof. I ended up throwing out the other two after only one season because they were so water damaged from melted snow. ``

Joan set the strap on the table. In golden script it said `` J J J. ``

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

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

She held up the shoulder strap and Sara put it around her neck. It fit perfectly and looked big. Her face was framed in the outline of the smuggled of her hair's-breadth and the contraband of the collar. She looked truly beautiful at that moment. Her smile was beaming and her oculus were lustrous with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The collar will rest in a particular draftsman in the hutch in the keep room. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a spot we all agreed on. Whenever we want our slut slave friend to make an appearance, we will set the catch out on the table. And whenever Sara is leave to encounter - or needs her masters in a special way, she can just put on the apprehension. We will all know what it means. ``

'' I could even outwear it in populace and no one would really know, '' said Sara softly. `` It looks like a velvet throttler. ``

'' 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 invertebrate foot, her eye wide open.

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

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

All four young lady ran to the back Windows. The C had almost stopped falling and the clouds were beginning to give way to sunny skies. There was at to the lowest degree two foundation of nose candy on the deck and it was layer with the snow powder in the G.

'' I 've seen powder Baron Snow of Leicester like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very serious voice. `` I 've never seen it this bass, but once the sun comes out, the powder will settle and pack. By tomorrow at this clock time it will be half that cryptic and you will be able to take the air across it. If we do n't get those skis out before the gunpowder packs and warms, they will be damaged. ``

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

'' No, '' answered Joan, `` Sara and I will go under the deck through the basement. There is a door next to the whole tone that opens inward. We should be capable to dig into the Charles Percy Snow from the threshold and get to the skis. There is only sufficiency way under there for one or two people to work, so you girls stay up here. Turn the fastball on the spine deck of cards 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 soak and warm up up. ''

All four girl laughed.

'' Besides, '' added Joan, `` The heater switch also switches the hot tub from standby to pre-heat. Between the warmer and the hot body of water circulating in the scheme, the sphere beneath the deck of cards should be ardent enough to play in without freezing our can off while we dig out the skis. ``

Joan opened the closet and took out her coating and walked back toward the bedroom to switch. She returned shortly dressed in blue jean. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll turn on the bullet, '' and she quickly opened the back door and stepped out onto the deck to flip the heater 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 want to put on something heater, '' 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 slut slave to eat me out ''

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

Joan started to put on her coat 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 basement was effectively at background level on three sides, they were never able to properly lick the groundwater job, so there was no carpet on the flooring and no pane on the wall. There was Nice furniture and a finished ceiling, but zippo that could n't be moved if affair got a niggling wet.

The stairs came down into the basement in a large, open elbow room that took up the back half of the space. The nominal head one-half was divided between two sleeping accommodation that looked out onto the highway. The threshold to the two sleeping room were on the Interior wall. In the middle of the back wall, there was a single, exterior-style room access that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to open the door, she explained to Sara, `` The deck is n't closed in, but it is pretty close. There are petty break between the boards to allow respiration, but the coke does n't usually get under the deck, and what does rapidly melting when the hot tub heater 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 trading floor under the deck was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a main road. There was a large drain in the middle of the sphere. The hot tub itself was built on a foundation of concrete block and bricks. A large body of water tankful and pump stood future to the wall of the tub. The heart was whirring softly. A couple of red illumination glowed on an electrical control panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a strand to bend on a light. Sara could see a diminished amount of snow against the outer paries. It was cool, but not overly uncomfortable in the small enclosure.

Joan pointed to the floor, `` This catches any rain that comes under the pack of cards in the summertime and groove it under the house and out toward the route. We do n't birth to vex about what to do with the Charles Percy Snow we pull in, it will just melt and go down the waste pipe. '' Then she opened the outer door.

The snow had been packed tightly against the out threshold. There was an printing of the individual display panel apparent on the face of the snow, and there was a small mess where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled free when the door opened.

Joan reached into a dark area alongside the hot tub and pulled out two small camp shovel. `` These are for cleaning out the attack ring in the summertime, but they will mold for digging a maw in the snow to regain our skis. ''

Some water dripped through the deck Evidently the warmer were beginning to melt off the Snow. Another drop 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 Sponge Bob nightshirt over her brain and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

Joan squeaked as several drops of icy piss fell onto her cervix from above. Handing one of the shovels to Sara, she said, `` We had best get excavation. ``

It took about 15 proceedings before they were at the tips of the skis. At that pointedness, they had a burrow into the snow about two base yearn and three or four feet high starting from about two feet above the ground. `` red cent, '' said Joan as she tried to pull one of the sets of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the powder would still be loose enough to draw the skis out, but it looks like we are going to have to clear the unscathed distance of the ski. ``

She unscrewed the servant for the front of the digger 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 snowfall was packed just enough to make it difficult to extract the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still loose enough to proceed easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their cantonment shovels. In another XV or twenty minute of arc, there was about a metrical unit of C. P. Snow on the base rapidly melting into the drain, and they had a tunnel nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above primer level to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy water. Joan 's wear 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 bare. Those cotton fiber dungaree are wicking water and evaporating on the surface. That makes them colder than my wet tegument. Your ski gasp are special blend to keep that, but right now, you would be effective off bare. ``

'' Hell with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never bed if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet denim and underclothes were in a raft on the flooring of the basement. `` upside dry, '' she said, and kept her coat on. She looked rather odd with naked pegleg and crotch below, and a sound 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 basement. Two to a greater extent Seth soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to clear some concentrated 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 door, she heard a loud pant and felt a gust of cold-blooded air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer door. She could also see Sara buried to her breasts in the blow that had filled the burrow when the end of it collapsed.

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

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

'' You need to clear some of the C. P. Snow first. '' said Sara. Then she added quickly, `` Make sure you do n't hit my feet. ``

Joan grabbed her spadeful and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the snow from the tunnel. It only took a few hour until she was within column inch of Sara 's wooden leg. She threw her shovelful back into the area under the deck and again pulled on Sara 's arms. This meter, Sara pulled liberal from the snow.

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

'' Just cold, '' answered Sara. `` The prostration scared me and I lost my fire. ``

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' Snow turns me on, but only if I am already a little bit turned on or require to be turned on. Being one-half buried by an avalanche of snow and thinking I might die sort of kills the mood, so I lost my attack and got cold. ''

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

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

Joan said, `` Then lets get you warmed back up. '' She gave her a strange grin 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 cooly ? '' asked Sara ?

'' That 's a quick fix in a snow bank, '' answered Joan as her oral fissure closed over Sara's.

In a few minute both miss 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 ready ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A sixty-nine in a snowbank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still subject outer room access. `` I 'm going to be on bottom, so you 'd meliorate ignite my blast really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the snow ,'we will run up and saltation in the hot tub. ``

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

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the snow between Sara 's branch, squealing as her eubstance 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 clit. Joan was soon moaning in passion.

Joan returned the favour 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 clock time, '' she said and climbed up out of the burrow into the backwards railyard. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the albumen button, both of them were warming up in the tub.

The dissonance of the bubbler starting up brought Judy and Julie to the support door. `` How 'd you guy get up here ? '' asked Julie.

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

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

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

'' It was very wet down there, '' added Sara, trying to sound severe 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 bring our clothes back up here for us ? After that, join us in the tub. We can send off Sara out for wine-coloured later. ``

A few minute of arc later Judy and Julie came back out on the deck. Judy was wearing her short gown, 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 yellow strobe light visible light mounted on them push into the back yard. The device driver wore brightly red snowmobile suits with Stanford White crosses on the back and the words `` nose candy 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 step. `` 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 look into before dark. ``

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

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a illogical reaction on the wireless that none of the girls could understand.

The man chuckled and keyed his radio set again. `` Yes, they are all OK. In fact, they are More than OK. All four of them are very well - mighty mulct. ``

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

She just pointed up at the heaters over her head and said, `` It is almost too fond here. I might have to go out in the C. P. Snow to cool off. ``

He laughed and then addressed all four girls, `` OK, here 's the deal. The storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the side all night tonight and things will be ready by mid- break of the day tomorrow. Even the side trails 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 road open. That 's state fire rule. virtually of the cabins are empty, so you will stimulate the side practically to yourself until the gild re-opens. Hope you enjoy it. ``

He walked back down the footfall 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 consider we want to get it all wet. If you are in the modality again tonight, just go down into the snow and bring us back a bottleful of wine. ``

Sara walked down the footprint 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 mesa, she had to dig down with her hands to open the top pillow slip 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-blooded bottle of wine against her chest, and walked back up the steps of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The 3 J 's and an S '' WILL continue.
They will be at the cabin for various to a greater extent days,
and they have another twelvemonth and a half of college.
A lot can find in 10 24-hour interval and even more in 18 months.
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