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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 Three J 's took their sentence showering and finally emerged into the living room around noon. They were all wearing the same visible light, pajama-like sweatsuit they had been wearing the premature evening before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the spine deck.

Sara was wearing a long nightshirt with a monster picture of quick study Bob Square Pants on it. It made her facial expression like a niggling young woman, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would have known immediately that she was NOT a small girl. That was because as she cleaned, Sponge Bob was hanging on the doorknob of the W.C. in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housekeeping naked. It made her feel destitute and alive, while at the Sami fourth dimension allowed her to palpate that she was a nude striver serving her masters. Her breasts had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the living room, not only picking up the pocket-size bedding from the Nox before, but also cleanup 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 set out preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The trine J 's, had always been an early riser. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and clean the living way and kitchen and do up the cup of tea from the dark before. She always did this naked, and just like this morning time, when she heard The triad J 's beginning to stir, she would put on her nightshirt and start out preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleansing in the nude painting. That was her short closed book. Nor did they see her cleaning their sleeping room or the can naked. That she always did when the three of them were in class.

As Julie, Judy and Joan came into the room, she called out, `` Breakfast will be ready in a minute. Your choice is egg or waffles. I already have the bacon done and the coffee on. ``

The triplet J 's voted for nut and gathered 'round the kitchen table. In a few consequence, the egg were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to sing about concluding night. '' 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 wine only brought out what was already there. I have been your obedient slave since the fifth score. 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 adulteress 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 survive night ? ``

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was mythical. It would almost be adequate to make me give up on men. '' She turned slightly red and continued, `` But sex has a way of messing up friendship, and The Three J 's and an S have been together for a tenacious metre. ``

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

'' What we have to do, '' explained Joan, `` is set down some new convention. '' She looked around the tabular array. `` Sara, you need to know when we want a jade slave and when we want a protagonist. ``

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

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

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to know when you want us to treat you as our Quaker striver and when we should address you as our slut slave. If we do n't jazz what each former wants and expects and what each other 's point of accumulation are, then we will hump up a really wonderful friendship for all of us. ``

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

Sara sat thinking for various second. 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 withdraw something or go over a tilt in her head, `` But I do n't want anything that will permanently injure me or strike off me. No tattoos or trade name or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

She twisted her sass in an odd way as she thought, `` And naught, of course, that would get me or any of us kicked out of school or hurt my - or your - futurity careers. ``

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

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

Judy spoke, `` It 's a reality now, and we have to go with that new reality. Some things will transfer. Some thing will not. And we have to enter out what does what. ``

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

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

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My safe word is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` Summer is the opposite of wintertime. I do n't really like hot weather. ``

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

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

'' Winter, broad speed ahead. spring, back off. Summer, block. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't solve the job of how we know for sure whether or not the blow is falling - or about to fall, '' said Judy, who then raised her hands and shoulders in that way that means `` I do n't know, '' and asked, `` Any suggestions ? ``

'' I have an estimation, '' said Joan, and she got up and went back into her bedroom. She returned a moment later carrying something black that looked like a short-circuit velvet belt.

'' This is one of three I bought online a while back to use as a shoulder strap to keep my skis together for storage. It has a Velcro gimmick that will grip at almost any size and it has my initials embroidered on it in gold. The solitary job is that it is n't raincoat. I ended up throwing out the other two after only one time of year because they were so piddle damaged from melted snow. ``

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

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

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

She held up the strap and Sara put it around her neck opening. It fit perfectly and looked great. Her nerve was framed in the abstract of the black of her whisker and the black of the shoe collar. She looked truly beautiful at that here and now. Her smiling was beaming and her eyes were bright with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The collar will stay in a peculiar drawer in the hutch in the living way. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a stead we all agreed on. Whenever we want our slut slave friend to take in an show, we will set the apprehension out on the board. And whenever Sara is willing to represent - or needs her masters in a special way, she can just put on the collar. We will all know what it means. ``

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

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

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

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

'' We hung them on the storehouse rack next to the deck. They are several feet beneath the Baron Snow of Leicester. As it packs down today, it might falsify or even conk out them. We have to get them out of there. ``

All four girlfriend ran to the back Windows. The snow had almost stopped falling and the clouds were beginning to leave way to sunny skies. There was at least two feet of snow on the deck and it was level with the blow powder in the thou.

'' I 've seen powder snows like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very serious voice. `` I 've never seen it this abstruse, but once the sun comes out, the powder will sink and throng. By tomorrow at this sentence it will be half that mystifying and you will be able-bodied to walk across it. If we do n't get those skis out before the gunpowder inner circle 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 cellar. There is a door next to the dance step that opens inward. We should be able-bodied to dig into the blow from the doorway and get to the skis. There is only enough way under there for one or two multitude to act, so you girls stay up here. plow the heaters on the back deck on and once the snow has melted away, take the covers off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this afternoon. ``

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

All four daughter laughed.

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

Joan opened the closet and took out her coat and walked back toward the sleeping room to change. She returned shortly dressed in jean. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll change state on the smoke, '' and she quickly opened the back door and stepped out onto the deck to flip the smoke permutation. ``

'' 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 making love. And set the catch on the table so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a supporter slave to help me, not a fornicatress slave to eat me out ''

'' I 'm always set 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 cellar door and started down the steps wearing only her sponge Bob nightshirt.

The cellar of the cabin was `` semi-finished. '' What that really means is that even though the basement was effectively at ground floor on three sides, they were never capable to properly puzzle out the groundwater trouble, so there was no carpeting on the floors and no paneling on the wall. There was nice furniture and a finished ceiling, but nothing that could n't be moved if things got a little wet.

The stairs came down into the basement in a large, open room that took up the back one-half of the place. The front line half was divided between two bedrooms that looked out onto the main road. The doors to the two sleeping accommodation were on the interior bulwark. In the center of the back rampart, there was a single, exterior-style door that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to give the door, she explained to Sara, `` The deck of cards is n't closed in, but it is pretty close. There are minuscule gaps between the add-in to allow ventilation, but the Baron Snow of Leicester does n't usually get under the deck, and what does rapidly melts when the hot tub fastball kick in. ``

Joan went through the doorway. `` watch over 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 bombastic drain in the midsection of the area. The hot tub itself was built on a fundament of concrete blocks and bricks. A large water tank and pump stood next to the rampart of the tub. The heart was whirring softly. A couple of red lights glowed on an electrical control panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a drawing string to sour on a twinkle. Sara could see a small amount of snow against the outer rampart. It was sang-froid, but not overly uncomfortable in the low enclosure.

Joan pointed to the floor, `` This catches any rainwater that comes under the pack of cards in the summer and channels it under the house and out toward the route. We do n't have got to worry about what to do with the snow we pull in, it will just evaporate and go down the drain. '' Then she opened the outer door.

The C had been packed tightly against the outer doorway. There was an effect of the someone boards apparent on the cheek of the nose candy, and there was a modest hole where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled exempt when the room access opened.

Joan reached into a sorry 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 mold for digging a kettle of fish in the snow to retrieve our skis. ''

Some urine dripped through the deck Evidently the heaters were beginning to melt off the snowfall. Another drop curtain 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 dear off being naked. '' With that she pulled her quick study Bob nightshirt over her capitulum and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

Joan squeaked as several cliff of icy water fell onto her neck from above. Handing one of the spadeful to Sara, she said, `` We had best get digging. ``

It took about xv minutes before they were at the summit of the skis. At that distributor point, they had a burrow into the snow about two feet tenacious and three or four understructure high starting from about two substructure above the earth. `` hoot, '' said Joan as she tried to pluck one of the circle of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the pulverization would still be unleash sufficiency to force the skis out, but it looks like we are going to give birth to brighten the whole duration of the ski. ``

She unscrewed the retainer for the nominal head of the shovel and turned the head so that it now looked more like a hoe than a spadeful. `` Just commit it into the room, '' she said and started attacking the snow with her shovel-hoe.

The Baron Snow of Leicester 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 camp shovels. In another fifteen or twenty minutes, there was about a base of snow on the floor rapidly melting into the drain, and they had a tunnel nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above priming level 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 au naturel. Those cotton wool jeans are wicking piddle and evaporating on the Earth's surface. That makes them colder than my wet skin. Your ski knickers are exceptional blends to keep that, but right now, you would be better off naked. ``

'' Hell with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never know if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet jeans and underclothes were in a mountain on the story of the basement. `` tip dry, '' she said, and kept her pelage on. She looked rather odd with naked legs and genital organ 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 straighten out, and Joan carried them back into the cellar. Two more set soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to earn some heavy 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 threshold, she heard a meretricious gasp and felt a flack of cold air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer door. She could also see Sara buried to her bosom in the snow that had filled the burrow when the end of it collapsed.

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

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 Baron Snow of Leicester 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 nose candy from the tunnel. It only took a few minutes until she was within inches of Sara 's legs. She threw her shovel back into the area under the deck of cards and again pulled on Sara 's munition. This time, Sara pulled disembarrass from the snow.

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

'' Just cold, '' answered Sara. `` The crash scared me and I lost my attack. ``

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' Charles Percy Snow turns me on, but only if I am already a minuscule bit turned on or desire to be turned on. Being half buried by an avalanche of blow and thinking I might die sort of kills the humor, so I lost my flack and got insensate. ''

'' 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 operate 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 cellar and lifted her sweatshirt over her head.

'' What 's a cooly ? '' asked Sara ?

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

In a few minute 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 ready ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A sixty-nine in a snowbank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still open outer door. `` I 'm going to be on behind, so you 'd ameliorate get down my fire really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the snow ,'we will run up and jumping 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 prostration. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just dive 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 snow between Sara 's peg, squealing as her physical structure hit the inhuman basis. 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 plunk onto Joan and began hungrily sucking at her labia and button. Joan was soon moaning in passion.

Joan returned the party favor and tongued and licked between Sara 's pegleg. Within minute both were crying out in climax.

Sara almost immediately jumped up from Joan and pulled the shivering girl to her feet. `` Hot tub time, '' she said and climbed up out of the tunnel into the rearwards G. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the white button, both of them were warming up in the tub.

The racket of the bubblers starting up brought Judy and Julie to the endorse room access. `` How 'd you poke fun get up here ? '' asked Julie.

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

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

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

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

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

A few mo later Judy and Julie came back out on the deck. Judy was wearing her curt 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 brilliant orange snowmobiles with flashing yellow strobe lights mounted on them drove into the back G. The driver wore shining red snowmobile suits with White person hybridization on the backbone and the words `` Snow 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 stride. `` Checking in from cabin 19, '' he said. `` Cabin is occupied. mightiness 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 to a greater extent cabins to learn before night. ``

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

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a scattered response on the radio that none of the lady friend could understand.

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

He smiled at Sara, clipped the radio back on his belt, and said, `` You might desire to get back in the tub to remain warm, neglect. ''

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

He laughed and then addressed all four girls, `` OK, here 's the hand. The storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the slopes all night tonight and things will be gear up by mid- forenoon tomorrow. Even the side trail will be back in top condition by twelve noon. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the elevation will be running by 9:00am, but the Sir Oliver Joseph Lodge wo n't be open up for another day or so until they get the road open air. That 's United States Department of State fervidness regulation. Most of the cabins are evacuate, so you will receive the slope practically to yourself until the lodge 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 pinch 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 tonight, just go down into the snow and bring us back a feeding bottle of vino. ``

Sara walked down the dance step into the snow. It was more strong now, but she still sank to her knees in the packed powder. After she had pushed her way over to the picnic table, she had to dig down with her custody to give the top case of wine-coloured. `` One bottleful or two, '' she called out as she reached into the case.

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

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

Sara smiled, held the cold 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 3 J 's and an S '' WILL continue.
They will be at the cabin for several Thomas More mean solar day,
and they have another twelvemonth and a half of college.
A lot can happen in 10 daylight and even more in 18 months.
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