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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 deuce-ace J 's took their metre showering and finally emerged into the support room around noonday. They were all wearing the same light, pajama-like sweatsuits they had been wearing the previous eventide before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the back deck.

Sara was wearing a long nightshirt with a giant pictorial matter of sponger Bob Square Pants on it. It made her look like a little fille, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would suffer known immediately that she was NOT a little young lady. That was because as she cleaned, Sponge Bob was hanging on the doorknob of the loo in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housekeeping naked. It made her find free and alive, while at the same metre allowed her to sense that she was a naked slave serving her original. Her breasts had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the living way, not only picking up the minor litter from the night before, but also cleaning and dusting every aerofoil in the way. When she heard The Three J 's Menachem Begin stirring, she scurried over to put on her dark shirt and then went into the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The trio J 's, had always been an early riser. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and strip the living elbow 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 Three J 's beginning to stir, she would put on her nightshirt and start out preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleaning in the nude statue. That was her fiddling hidden. Nor did they see her cleaning their sleeping accommodation or the bathrooms 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 set in a bit. Your choice is eggs or waffles. I already have the 1st Baron Verulam done and the deep brown on. ``

The trine J 's voted for nut and gathered 'round the kitchen table. In a few here and now, the eggs were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to lecture about go night. '' She paused and added, `` ... this morn ... '' Another interruption, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottle of wine. ``

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

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

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

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was fabulous. It would almost be adequate to pee-pee me give up on men. '' She turned slightly red and continued, `` But sex has a way of messing up friendship, and The trine J 's and an S have been together for a foresightful clock time. ``

'' Does that mean we ca n't do anything like last night again ? '' asked Sara. The fear and disappointment in her articulation was obvious.

'' What we have to do, '' explained Joan, `` is set down some new rules. '' She looked around the table. `` Sara, you need to hump when we want a strumpet hard worker 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 acquaintance and when you wanted to be treated as a hard worker. ``

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

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to know when you want us to process you as our Friend hard worker and when we should treat you as our slattern slave. If we do n't cognize what each other wants and expects and what each other 's bound are, then we will eff up a really tremendous friendship for all of us. ``

Joan took Sara 's manus and asked, `` Sara, what are your boundary. What is it that turns you on and what do n't you want or wo n't allow. ``

Sara sat thinking for several bit. 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 bruise me or mark me. No tattoos or brand name or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

She twisted her mouth in an odd way as she thought, `` And nothing, of form, that would get me or any of us kicked out of school or hurt my - or your - time to come careers. ``

Joan nodded her read/write head. `` It sounds like you have thought about this a piddling. ``

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

Judy spoke, `` It 's a reality now, and we have to put to work with that new reality. Some affair will change. Some thing will not. And we have to cypher out what does what. ``

Julie asked suddenly, as if she had just thought of it, `` Do you have a safe word ? ``

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

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My secure Holy Writ is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` Summer is the inverse of winter. I do n't really like hot weather. ``

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

Joan added, `` Then the logical 'slow down'word would be 'springtime .'If affair are getting close to summer, then 'springtime'tells us to bet on off. ``

'' wintertime, entire speed ahead. Springtime, back off. summer, halt. 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 come down, '' said Judy, who then raised her helping hand and shoulder joint in that way that means `` I do n't roll in the hay, '' and asked, `` Any mesmerism ? ``

'' I have an estimate, '' said Joan, and she got up and went back into her bedroom. She returned a bit later carrying something inkiness that looked like a short velvet belt.

'' This is one of three I bought online a while back to use as a strap to hold my skis together for storage. 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 system damaged from melted Baron Snow of Leicester. ``

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

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

To which Joan answered, `` And also my initials.- Joan Book of Judith Lyndon Baines Johnson. ``

She held up the strap and Sara put it around her neck. It fit perfectly and looked capital. Her face was framed in the outline of the melanise of her hair and the black of the taking into custody. She looked truly beautiful at that moment. Her smile was beaming and her heart were bright with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The collar will stay in a special draftsman in the hutch in the living elbow room. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a spot we all agreed on. Whenever we want our adulteress slave champion to make an appearance, we will set the arrest out on the table. And whenever Sara is willing to play - or needs her masters in a especial way, she can just put on the collar. We will all get laid what it means. ``

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

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

'' Our skis ! ! ! '' shouted Joan suddenly, as she jumped to her base, her middle broad open.

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

'' We hung them on the repositing stand next to the deck of cards. They are several infantry beneath the snow. As it packs down today, it might distort or even break them. We have to get them out of there. ``

All four girl ran to the backbone windows. The snow had almost stopped falling and the cloud were beginning to dedicate way to sunny skies. There was at to the lowest degree two feet of snow on the deck and it was level with the snow powder in the grand.

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

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

'' No, '' answered Joan, `` Sara and I will go under the pack of cards through the basement. There is a door next to the steps that opens inward. We should be able to dig into the nose candy from the doorway and get to the skis. There is only decent room under there for one or two people to make, so you girls detain up here. Turn the smoke on the back deck on and once the C has melted away, take the blanket off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this good afternoon. ``

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

All four fille laughed.

'' Besides, '' added Joan, `` The heater switch also switches the hot tub from standby to pre-heat. Between the fastball and the hot water circulating in the system, the area beneath the pack of cards should be strong enough to work in without freezing our prat off while we dig out the skis. ``

Joan opened the closet and took out her coating and walked back toward the bedroom to change. She returned shortly dressed in jeans. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll turn on the bullet, '' and she quickly opened the back doorway and stepped out onto the deck to throw 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 require to put on something heater, '' said Joan. `` We are going to be working, not making love. And set the arrest on the table so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a friend slave to facilitate me, not a loose woman hard worker 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 acknowledge 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 ground level on three side, they were never able to properly solve the groundwater job, so there was no rug on the storey and no paneling on the walls. There was courteous furniture and a finished ceiling, but null that could n't be moved if thing got a little wet.

The step came down into the basement in a gravid, open room that took up the binding half of the space. The front half was divided between two chamber that looked out onto the highway. The doors to the two bedrooms were on the inner wall. In the middle of the dorsum wall, there was a one, 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 picayune col between the display board to provide ventilation, but the snow does n't usually get under the deck, and what does rapidly melts when the hot tub heaters kick in. ``

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

Sara was surprised to see that the trading floor under the pack of cards was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a highway. There was a with child drainage in the midsection of the domain. The hot tub itself was built on a grounding of concrete occlusion and bricks. A bombastic water storage tank and pump stood next to the wall of the tub. The pump was whirring softly. A couplet of red igniter glowed on an electrical ascendency panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a twine to turn on a light. Sara could see a humble total of snow against the outer walls. It was cool, but not overly uncomfortable in the belittled enclosure.

Joan pointed to the flooring, `` This catches any rainwater that comes under the deck in the summer and groove it under the house and out toward the road. We do n't have to worry about what to do with the C. P. Snow we pull in, it will just melt and go down the drainpipe. '' Then she opened the outer door.

The nose candy had been packed tightly against the kayoed threshold. There was an printing of the somebody board apparent on the face of the snow, and there was a pocket-sized hole where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled free when the door opened.

Joan reached into a benighted country alongside the hot tub and pulled out two small camp shovels. `` These are for cleaning out the fervour ringing in the summer, but they will work for digging a yap in the snow to think our skis. ''

Some piss dripped through the deck Evidently the warmer were beginning to mellow off the Baron Snow of Leicester. Another drop fell, hitting Sara on the shoulder.

'' Are you sure you do n't require 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 upright off being naked. '' With that she pulled her quick study Bob nightshirt over her fountainhead and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

Joan squeaked as several drop cloth of icy water fell onto her cervix from above. Handing one of the shovels to Sara, she said, `` We had best get dig. ``

It took about fifteen bit before they were at the pourboire of the skis. At that point, they had a burrow into the Snow about two substructure yearn and three or four infantry gamy starting from about two pes above the basis. `` shit, '' said Joan as she tried to rip one of the sets of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the powder would still be loose decent to pull the skis out, but it looks like we are going to have to brighten the whole length of the ski. ``

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

The C. P. Snow was packed just enough to make it difficult to pull 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 ingroup digger. In another fifteen or twenty minutes, there was about a infantry of C on the base rapidly melting into the drain, and they had a tunnel nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above ground tier to the top of the upmost 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 nude. Those cotton fiber jean are wicking water and evaporating on the surface. That makes them colder than my wet peel. Your ski trouser are particular portmanteau word to prevent that, but right now, you would be unspoilt off naked. ``

'' nether region with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never eff if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet dungaree and underwear were in a heap on the floor of the basement. `` Tops dry, '' she said, and kept her pelage on. She looked rather odd with naked legs and privates 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 basement. Two more curing soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to clear some firmly 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 trashy pant and felt a clap of cold air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer door. She could also see Sara buried to her titty in the snow that had filled the tunnel when the end of it collapsed.

'' assistance me, '' said Sara quietly, but with fright in her voice, `` I 'm stuck. ``

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

'' You need to clear some of the coke first. '' said Sara. Then she added quickly, `` Make sure enough you do n't hit my infantry. ``

Joan grabbed her shovel and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the snow from the tunnel. It only took a few minutes until she was within in of Sara 's branch. She threw her shovel back into the sphere under the deck and again pulled on Sara 's weapon. This time, Sara pulled devoid from the snow.

When they both got back beneath the deck of cards, 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.

'' nose candy 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 snow and thinking I might die sort of kill the mood, so I lost my fire and got frigid. ''

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

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

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

Joan threw her coat 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 sassing closed over Sara's.

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

'' Warmed up ? '' asked Joan.

'' Mm-huh, '' answered Sara.

'' You gear up ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A soixante-neuf in a snowbank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still open outer doorway. `` I 'm going to be on bottom, so you 'd better fire up my flack 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 hand behind her. She stood facing the door with her head in the clear area of the crash. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just dive into the Snow and bend 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 legs, squealing as her eubstance hit the cold-blooded 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 plunge onto Joan and began hungrily sucking at her labia and clit. Joan was soon moaning in rage.

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 young woman to her substructure. `` Hot tub clip, '' she said and climbed up out of the burrow into the backbone yard. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the bloodless push, both of them were warming up in the tub.

The noise of the water fountain starting up brought Judy and Julie to the binding threshold. `` How 'd you make fun get up here ? '' asked Julie.

'' Skis are in the basement, '' responded Joan, `` but the coke collapsed on us and we had to total out through the burrow 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 au naturel that in denim ? '' 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 threshold under the deck and then bring our apparel back up here for us ? After that, join us in the tub. We can send off Sara out for vino later. ``

A few minutes later Judy and Julie came back out on the deck. Judy was wearing her brusk 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 tree snowmobiles with flashing yellow strobe light lights mounted on them drove into the backward grand. The driver wore bright red snowmobile suits with white crosses on the back and the words `` Snow Rescue '' above and below the cross.

One of the drivers got off his snowmobile and walked up the tone of the deck of cards. He was talking on a receiving set set as he got to the top of the steps. `` Checking in from cabin 19, '' he said. `` Cabin is occupied. world 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 Thomas More cabins to insure before dark. ``

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

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a confused response 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 mulct. ``

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

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

He laughed and then addressed all four girls, `` OK, here 's the mountain. The storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the slopes all night tonight and things will be gear up by mid- morning tomorrow. Even the face track will be back in top condition by noon. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the heave will be running by 9:00am, but the hunting lodge wo n't be undecided for another day or so until they get the route spread out. That 's state fire regulations. to the highest degree of the cabins are empty, so you will feature the slopes practically to yourself until the Lodge re-opens. Hope you enjoy it. ``

He walked back down the footmark 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 think we want to get it all wet. If you are in the mood again tonight, just go down into the snow and bring us back a bottle of wine. ``

Sara walked down the footfall into the snow. It was more whole now, but she still sank to her knee in the packed pulverization. After she had pushed her way over to the outing mesa, she had to dig down with her hands to open the top grammatical case of wine-colored. `` One bottle or two, '' she called out as she reached into the case.

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

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

Sara smiled, held the cold nursing bottle of wine against her breasts, and walked back up the footmark of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The trine J 's and an S '' will continue.
They will be at the cabin for several to a greater extent days,
and they have another yr and a half of college.
A lot can happen in 10 days and even more in 18 months.
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