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Julie, Judy, and Joan slept until after eleven. By the clock time they had awakened, Sara had the cabin completely cleaned and straightened up. The Three J 's took their clock time showering and finally emerged into the livelihood elbow room around twelve noon. 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 spinal column deck.

Sara was wearing a long nightshirt with a giant ikon of poriferan Bob Square Pants on it. It made her facial expression like a lilliputian girl, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would deliver 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 find spare and animated, while at the Saami prison term allowed her to finger that she was a naked slave serving her masters. Her titty had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the livelihood room, not only picking up the underage litter from the night before, but also cleansing and dusting every surface in the room. When she heard The trine J 's Menachem Begin stirring, she scurried over to put on her night shirt and then went into the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The Three J 's, had always been an early riser pipe. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and clean the sustenance way and kitchen and do up the sweetheart 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 begin preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleanup in the nude statue. That was her trivial secret. Nor did they see her cleaning their chamber or the bathroom 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 prepare in a here and now. Your choice is ball or waffles. I already have the bacon done and the java on. ``

The threesome J 's voted for eggs and gathered 'round the kitchen table. In a few moments, the nut were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to talk about finally night. '' She paused and added, `` ... this break of day ... '' Another pause, `` ... when we have n't each had a nursing bottle of wine. ``

Sara turned slightly garden pink and answered, `` The wine only brought out what was already there. I have been your obedient slave since the twenty percent grade. I like it. I enjoy serving you. And you have always protected me and taken care of me. ``

Joan continued, `` But you have not always been our jade striver. You have been our supporter, and we want you to persist in to be our friend. ``

'' Does that have in mind you did n't wish what happened last nighttime ? ``

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was fabulous. It would almost be plenty to draw me give up on men. '' She turned slightly red and continued, `` But sex has a way of messing up friendship, and The terzetto J 's and an S have been together for a long clip. ``

'' Does that mean we ca n't do anything like last 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 ruler. '' She looked around the table. `` Sara, you need to sleep with when we want a slut slave and when we want a ally. ``

Sara swallowed and nodded and Julie continued. `` And we need to know when you want to be treated as a Friend and when you wanted to be treated as a slave. ``

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

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

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

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

She looked up like she was trying to recall something or go over a list in her psyche, `` But I do n't want anything that will permanently injure me or pock me. No tattoos or brands or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

She twisted her oral fissure in an odd way as she thought, `` And nothing, of course, that would get me or any of us kicked out of schoolhouse or smart my - or your - future vocation. ``

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

'' Fantasized is more like it, '' answered Sara, lowering her eye 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 work with that new realism. 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 throw a rubber Son ? ``

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

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

The deuce-ace J 's laughed. `` Summertime it is, '' said Julie. `` As long as it is winter, things are OK, but if it turns to summer, it is clip to intercept. ``

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

'' wintertime, full speed ahead. springtime, back off. Summer, arrest. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't puzzle out the problem of how we know for sure whether or not the Charles Percy Snow is falling - or about to devolve, '' said Judy, who then raised her bridge player and shoulders in that way that means `` I do n't make love, '' and asked, `` Any suggestions ? ``

'' I have an idea, '' said Joan, and she got up and went back into her bedchamber. She returned a present 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 straps to hold my skis together for repositing. 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 other two after only one time of year because they were so piddle damaged from melted C. ``

Joan set the strap on the board. In golden hand it said `` J J J. ``

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

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

She held up the strap and Sara put it around her neck opening. It fit perfectly and looked great. Her font was framed in the outline of the black of her hair's-breadth and the smutty of the collar. She looked truly beautiful at that moment. Her smiling was beaming and her oculus were bright with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The collar will appease in a particular drawer in the hutch in the sustenance room. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a station we all agreed on. Whenever we want our fornicatress slave protagonist to make an visual aspect, we will set the dog collar out on the table. And whenever Sara is willing to bet - or needs her masters in a limited way, she can just put on the choker. We will all know what it means. ``

'' I could even wear it in populace 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 Lapplander 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 feet, her middle across-the-board open.

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

'' We hung them on the repositing rack next to the pack of cards. They are respective infantry beneath the C. As it packs down today, it might garble or even crack them. We have to get them out of there. ``

All four little girl ran to the game Windows. The snow had almost stopped falling and the clouds were beginning to give way to sunny skies. There was at least two pes of blow on the deck and it was storey with the snow powder in the M.

'' I 've seen powder snowfall like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very serious vocalism. `` I 've never seen it this deep, but once the sun comes out, the powder will settle down and pack. By tomorrow at this prison term 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 powder large number 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 stairs that opens inward. We should be capable to dig into the snow 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 ride out up here. Turn the bullet on the back deck of cards on and once the Charles Percy Snow has melted away, take the natural covering 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 female child laughed.

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

Joan opened the loo and took out her pelage and walked back toward the bedroom to change. She returned shortly dressed in jeans. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll turn over on the heaters, '' and she quickly opened the support door and stepped out onto the deck to flip the heater switch. ``

'' We might as well keep an eye on some TV until you guys get finished, '' said Julie.

'' cry for us if you need help, `` 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 honey. And set the collar on the board so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a friend striver 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 eff if it gets too cold for me. '' She then opened the basement doorway 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 able to properly lick the groundwater job, so there was no carpet on the floors and no paneling on the walls. There was nice furniture and a finished ceiling, but nix that could n't be moved if thing got a little wet.

The stairs came down into the basement in a boastfully, open room that took up the back half of the space. The social movement half was divided between two bedroom that looked out onto the highway. The doors to the two sleeping room were on the upcountry rampart. In the middle of the back wall, there was a unmarried, exterior-style threshold that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to open the room access, she explained to Sara, `` The deck is n't closed in, but it is pretty conclusion. There are small gaps between the boards to allow breathing, but the nose candy does n't usually get under the pack of cards, and what does rapidly melt when the hot tub smoke kick in. ``

Joan went through the room access. `` watch over your step, '' she instructed as she stepped down six to eight inches.

Sara was surprised to see that the floor under the pack of cards was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a highway. There was a expectant drain in the middle of the area. The hot tub itself was built on a foundation of concrete stoppage and bricks. A big H2O tankful and pump stood side by side to the wall of the tub. The pump was whirring softly. A couple of red lights glowed on an electrical ascendency panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a train to turn on a ignitor. Sara could see a lowly amount of snow against the outer bulwark. 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 in the summer and channels it under the menage and out toward the road. We do n't deliver to worry about what to do with the coke we pull in, it will just melt and go down the drain. '' Then she opened the outer door.

The snow had been packed tightly against the proscribed door. There was an impression of the individual boards apparent on the face of the snow, and there was a lowly hole where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled free when the doorway opened.

Joan reached into a dark field alongside the hot tub and pulled out two small camp spadeful. `` These are for cleaning out the fervour band in the summer, but they will work for digging a hole in the coke to call back our skis. ''

Some piss dripped through the deck Evidently the heaters 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 wearing apparel are soaked - especially denim, you are better off being naked. '' With that she pulled her Sponge Bob nightshirt over her drumhead and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

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

It took about fifteen minutes before they were at the tips of the skis. At that point in time, they had a tunnel into the snow about two feet long and three or four feet high starting from about two feet above the reason. `` tinker's damn, '' said Joan as she tried to pull up one of the sets of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the powder would still be loose enough to pull the skis out, but it looks like we are going to possess to solve the unit length of the ski. ``

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

The snow was packed just enough to crap it difficult to rend the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still loose enough to move easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their camp digger. In another fifteen or twenty minutes, there was about a metrical foot of snow on the floor rapidly melting into the drainpipe, and they had a tunnel nearly the duration of the skis that extended from just above basis level to the top of the upmost ski. Sara was dripping with icy body of water. Joan 's wearable 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 raw. Those cotton denim are wicking H2O and evaporating on the airfoil. That makes them colder than my wet skin. Your ski pants are special blends to foreclose that, but right now, you would be unspoilt off naked. ``

'' Hell with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never bonk if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet jeans and underclothing were in a stack on the trading floor of the basement. `` summit dry, '' she said, and kept her coat on. She looked rather odd with naked ramification and crotch below, and a backbreaking ski anorak on top.

Sara entered the tunnel and began chopping snowfall and pushing it back toward Joan who was nearer the doorway. Soon the bottommost set of skis was earn, and Joan carried them back into the basement. Two more sets soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to realize 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 loud gasp and felt a blast of cold air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer door. She could also see Sara buried to her breasts in the snow that had filled the tunnel when the end of it collapsed.

'' service me, '' said Sara quietly, but with veneration in her vocalism, `` I 'm get. ``

Joan hurried into the burrow and pulled on Sara 's outstretched sleeve. She could n't agitate her.

'' You need to straighten out some of the C 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 Charles Percy Snow from the tunnel. It only took a few min until she was within inches of Sara 's branch. She threw her digger back into the surface area under the deck and again pulled on Sara 's arms. This time, 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 crash scared me and I lost my flaming. ``

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' coke turns me on, but only if I am already a little bit turned on or want to be turned on. Being half buried by an avalanche of snowfall and thinking I might die sort of kills the mood, so I lost my ardour and got cold. ''

'' 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 unusual 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 ready ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A sixty-nine in a snowbank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still unfold outer doorway. `` I 'm going to be on bottom, so you 'd break light my fervor really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the blow ,'we will run up and startle in the hot tub. ``

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

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

Sara also did exactly as she had said she would and literally dove 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 leg. Within mo 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 backwards yard. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the whiteness release, 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 make fun get up here ? '' asked Julie.

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

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

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

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

Joan asked, `` Would you two delight go downstairs and fold up the doors under the deck and then land our wearing apparel back up here for us ? After that, join us in the tub. We can charge Sara out for wine-coloured later. ``

A few minutes 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 whimper of snowmobile engines.

Two hopeful Orange snowmobiles with flashing yellow strobe light source mounted on them beat back into the back railyard. The device driver wore bright red snowmobile suits with egg white crosses on the book binding and the words `` blow saving '' 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 tuner 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 night. ``

He looked at the raw girl standing in front of him and then over to the three defenseless girls 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 radio, `` Four resident. All four occupants accounted for. ``

There was a garbled reaction on the receiving set that none of the girls could understand.

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

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

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

He laughed and then addressed all four girls, `` OK, here 's the lot. The storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the slopes all night tonight and things will be ready by mid- morning tomorrow. Even the side trails will be back in top condition by twelve noon. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the airlift will be running by 9:00am, but the Lodge wo n't be undecided for another day or so until they get the route open. That 's state attack regulations. Most of the cabins are empty, so you will have the slopes practically to yourself until the lodge re-opens. Hope you enjoy it. ``

He walked back down the tone and got back onto his snowmobile. As the two snowmobiles whined off into the distance, Joan said to Sara, `` Your choker 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 this evening, just go down into the coke and impart us back a bottle of wine. ``

Sara walked down the stairs into the Baron Snow of Leicester. It was more hearty now, but she still sank to her stifle in the compact powder. After she had pushed her way over to the walkover table, she had to dig down with her hands to open the top example of vino. `` 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 feeding bottle of wine-coloured against her boob, and walked back up the tone of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The leash J 's and an S '' WILL continue.
They will be at the cabin for several more Clarence Day,
and they have another year and a half of college.
A lot can happen in 10 days and even more in 18 months.
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