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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 time showering and finally emerged into the living room around noontide. They were all wearing the same light, pajama-like sweatsuits they had been wearing the previous even before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the rearwards deck.

Sara was wearing a long nightshirt with a giant ikon of quick study Bob second power pants on it. It made her look like a little girl, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would give birth known immediately that she was NOT a little girl. That was because as she cleaned, sponge Bob was hanging on the doorknob of the cupboard in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housework naked. It made her feel innocent and alive, while at the same clock time allowed her to feel that she was a nude slave serving her masters. Her chest had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the living elbow room, not only picking up the minor litter from the night before, but also cleansing and dusting every surface in the elbow room. When she heard The deuce-ace 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 tercet 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 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 3 J 's beginning to stir, she would put on her nightshirt and commence preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleaning in the nude. That was her little secret. Nor did they see her cleaning their bedrooms or the bathrooms naked. That she always did when the three of them were in class.

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

The Three J 's voted for bollock and gathered 'round the kitchen table. In a few instant, the testicle were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to utter about net dark. '' She paused and added, `` ... this morning ... '' Another suspension, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottle of vino. ``

Sara turned slightly pinkish and answered, `` The wine-colored 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 concern of me. ``

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

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

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was fabulous. It would almost be enough to score me move over up on men. '' She turned slightly red and continued, `` But sex has a way of messing up friendships, and The Three J 's and an S have been together for a long time. ``

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

'' What we have to do, '' explained Joan, `` is set down some new normal. '' She looked around the table. `` Sara, you need to bed when we want a slut hard worker and when we want a Quaker. ``

Sara swallowed and nodded and Julie continued. `` And we need to know when you want to be treated as a champion 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 recognise when you want us to treat you as our friend slave and when we should address you as our slut slave. If we do n't know what each early wants and expects and what each other 's demarcation are, then we will screw up a really wonderful friendship for all of us. ``

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

Sara sat thinking for several minutes. She began, `` I think you have already realized that I have this affair for nose candy. '' Everyone laughed. `` And it is pretty obvious that once I am turned on, spanking really takes me over the bound. ``

She looked up like she was trying to return something or go over a list in her head, `` But I do n't want anything that will permanently offend me or set me. No tattoos or trade 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 class, that would get me or any of us kicked out of school or hurt my - or your - future careers. ``

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

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

Judy spoke, `` It 's a realness now, and we have to play with that new realism. Some things will shift. Some matter will not. And we have to figure out what does what. ``

Julie asked suddenly, as if she had just thought of it, `` Do you give birth a safe Scripture ? ``

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

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My prophylactic watchword is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` summertime is the opponent of winter. I do n't really 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 summer, it is prison term to intercept. ``

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

'' Winter, full speed ahead. spring, back off. Summer, stop. I got it, '' said Julie.

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

'' I have an musical theme, '' 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 short velvet belt.

'' This is one of three I bought online a while back to use as a strap to arrest my skis together for computer storage. It has a Velcro stop that will grip at almost any size of it 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 early two after only one season because they were so piddle damaged from melted Charles Percy Snow. ``

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

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

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

She held up the shoulder strap and Sara put it around her neck opening. It fit perfectly and looked swell. Her face was framed in the outline of the black of her hair and the black of the collar. She looked truly beautiful at that present moment. Her smile was beaming and her eyes were bright with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The arrest will stay in a special drawer in the shanty in the living room. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a place we all agreed on. Whenever we want our jade slave friend to create an appearance, we will set the collar out on the table. And whenever Sara is unforced to play - or needs her sea captain in a special way, she can just put on the arrest. We will all know what it means. ``

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

'' 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 wait much better on you than on a twosome of skis, `` added Judy.

'' Our skis ! ! ! '' shouted Joan suddenly, as she jumped to her metrical foot, her eyes wide 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 feet beneath the Snow. As it packs down today, it might warp or even break away them. We have to get them out of there. ``

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

'' I 've seen pulverization nose candy like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very grave articulation. `` I 've never seen it this deep, but once the sun comes out, the powder will settle and throng. By tomorrow at this sentence it will be half that mystifying 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 primer coat ? '' whined Julie.

'' No, '' answered Joan, `` Sara and I will go under the deck of cards through the basement. There is a room access next to the steps that opens inward. We should be able to dig into the coke from the doorway and get to the skis. There is only enough room under there for one or two people to work, so you girls last out up here. release the smoke on the spine deck of cards 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 souse and warm up. ''

All four girls laughed.

'' Besides, '' added Joan, `` The heater switch also switches the hot tub from understudy to pre-heat. Between the heaters and the hot water circulating in the organization, the area beneath the deck should be warm enough to shape in without freezing our asses 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 fastball, '' and she quickly opened the hinder doorway and stepped out onto the deck of cards to flip the heater shift. ``

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

'' cry for us if you need aid, `` 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 slut slave 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 sleep with 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 footing level on three sides, they were never able to properly solve the groundwater trouble, so there was no carpet on the flooring and no paneling on the rampart. There was nice furniture and a finished ceiling, but nil that could n't be moved if things got a little wet.

The stairs came down into the basement in a large, open elbow room that took up the rearward half of the space. The social movement half was divided between two bedchamber that looked out onto the highway. The door to the two bedchamber were on the interior wall. In the heart of the spine paries, there was a single, exterior-style door that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to give the room access, she explained to Sara, `` The deck is n't closed in, but it is pretty finis. There are minuscule opening between the display panel to take into account ventilation, but the blow does n't usually get under the deck, and what does rapidly melts when the hot tub bullet 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 floor under the deck was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a highway. There was a large drainpipe in the middle of the expanse. The hot tub itself was built on a founding of concrete blocks and bricks. A large water tank and pump stood next to the wall of the tub. The pump was whirring softly. A couple of red lights glowed on an electrical control panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a string to plow on a light. Sara could see a pocket-size amount of snow against the outer wall. It was chill, but not overly uncomfortable in the small enclosure.

Joan pointed to the floor, `` This catches any rainwater that comes under the deck of cards in the summer and channels it under the house and out toward the route. We do n't have to care about what to do with the nose candy we pull in, it will just meld and go down the waste pipe. '' Then she opened the outer door.

The blow had been packed tightly against the outer threshold. There was an impression of the individual card apparent on the face of the Snow, and there was a low trap where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled relieve when the door opened.

Joan reached into a dark country alongside the hot tub and pulled out two small cantonment digger. `` These are for cleaning out the fire doughnut in the summer, but they will work for digging a pickle in the blow to retrieve our skis. ''

Some water dripped through the pack of cards Evidently the heaters were beginning to melt off the snow. Another dip fell, hitting Sara on the shoulder.

'' Are you sure you do n't need 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 parazoan Bob nightshirt over her head and threw it back out into the cellar of the cabin.

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

It took about 15 hour before they were at the tip of the skis. At that point in time, they had a tunnel into the bamboozle about two feet retentive and three or four feet high-pitched starting from about two feet above the earth. `` Damn, '' said Joan as she tried to pull one of the band of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the pulverisation would still be loose sufficiency to pull the skis out, but it looks like we are going to have to clear the wholly length of the ski. ``

She unscrewed the retainer for the front end of the shovel and turned the mind so that it now looked more like a hoe than a spadeful. `` Just draw it into the room, '' she said and started attacking the C. P. Snow with her shovel-hoe.

The snow was packed just enough to name it unmanageable to pull the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still unleash enough to go easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their cantonment spadeful. In another fifteen or twenty minutes, there was about a foot 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 dry land story to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy piss. Joan 's habiliment 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 jeans are wicking water and evaporating on the surface. That makes them insensate than my wet skin. Your ski pants are special blending to prevent that, but right now, you would be better off naked. ``

'' Hell with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never screw if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet blue jean and underclothing were in a pot on the flooring of the basement. `` Tops dry, '' she said, and kept her coating on. She looked rather odd with bare pegleg and crotch below, and a heavy ski parka on top.

Sara entered the tunnel and began chopping snow and pushing it back toward Joan who was nearer the threshold. Soon the bottommost set of skis was clear, and Joan carried them back into the basement. Two more than sets soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to clear some hard 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 room access, she heard a cheap pant and felt a blast of frigidness air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer threshold. She could also see Sara buried to her boob in the blow that had filled the burrow when the end of it collapsed.

'' supporter me, '' said Sara quietly, but with fear in her voice, `` I 'm nonplus. ``

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 certain you do n't hit my feet. ``

Joan grabbed her power shovel and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the snow from the tunnel. It only took a few moment 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 branch. This metre, Sara pulled free 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 collapse scared me and I lost my fire. ``

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' C 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 kills the temper, so I lost my fire 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 snow bank, '' answered Joan as her mouth closed over Sara's.

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

'' Warmed up ? '' asked Joan.

'' Mm-huh, '' answered Sara.

'' You fix ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A sixty-nine in a snow bank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still open outer door. `` I 'm going to be on bottom, so you 'd amend light my fire really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the snow ,'we will run up and start in the hot tub. ``

Sara giggled, said, `` Let 's go, '' and ran out into the burrow with Joan rightfulness behind her. She stood facing the door with her pass in the open country of the flop. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just dive into the snow and routine over. I 'll plunge into you and we will both meld some C. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the blow between Sara 's legs, squealing as her physical structure hit the frigidity 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 love.

Joan returned the favor and tongued and licked between Sara 's legs. Within here and now 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 back yard. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the white button, both of them were warming up in the tub.

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

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

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

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

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

Joan asked, `` Would you two please go downstairs and close up the threshold under the pack of cards and then bring our clothes back up here for us ? After that, join us in the tub. We can charge Sara out for wine later. ``

A few minute 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 whine of snowmobile engines.

Two bright orange snowmobiles with flashing yellow strobe lighter mounted on them drive into the back yard. The device driver wore bright red snowmobile suits with E. B. White crossbreed 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 steps of the deck. He was talking on a radio set as he got to the top of the steps. `` Checking in from cabin 19, '' he said. `` Cabin is occupied. 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 check before wickedness. ``

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

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a falsify reply 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 radio receiver back on his bang, and said, `` You might need to get back in the tub to stay quick, leave out. ''

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

He laughed and then addressed all four daughter, `` OK, here 's the pot. The violent storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the gradient all night tonight and matter will be ready by mid- morning tomorrow. Even the side trails will be back in top status by noontide. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the lifts will be running by 9:00am, but the lodge wo n't be undefendable for another day or so until they get the road open. That 's state ardor regulating. Most of the cabins are empty-bellied, so you will induce the side practically to yourself until the hunting lodge re-opens. Hope you enjoy it. ``

He walked back down the stone's throw 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 reckon we want to get it all wet. If you are in the mood again this night, just go down into the snow and convey us back a bottle of wine. ``

Sara walked down the footfall into the C. P. Snow. It was more self-colored now, but she still sank to her knees in the packed pulverisation. After she had pushed her way over to the field day mesa, she had to dig down with her hands to open the top case of wine. `` One feeding 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 low temperature bottle of wine against her breasts, and walked back up the footfall of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The trio J 's and an S '' WILL continue.
They will be at the cabin for various more 24-hour interval,
and they have another twelvemonth and a half of college.
A lot can come about in 10 solar day and even more in 18 months.
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