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Julie, Judy, and Joan slept until after eleven. By the prison term 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 bread and butter room around noon. They were all wearing the Same igniter, pajama-like sweat suit they had been wearing the former eve before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the back deck.

Sara was wearing a recollective nightshirt with a giant picture of poriferan Bob square toes Pants on it. It made her looking like a small daughter, but anyone who had been watching her clean and jerk the cabin would have known immediately that she was NOT a fiddling young lady. 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 free and alive, while at the same time allowed her to feel that she was a naked hard worker serving her masters. Her breasts had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the living room, not only picking up the minor litter from the night before, but also cleaning and dusting every surface in the room. When she heard The troika 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 triad J 's, had always been an early riser pipeline. In their flat 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 tercet J 's beginning to stir, she would put on her nightshirt and set about preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleanup in the nude. That was her lilliputian 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 way, she called out, `` Breakfast will be gear up in a second. Your selection is testicle 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 moments, the bollock were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to lecture about last night. '' She paused and added, `` ... this sunup ... '' Another pause, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottle of wine. ``

Sara turned slightly tap and answered, `` The wine-coloured only brought out what was already there. I have been your obedient hard worker since the one-fifth tier. 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 adulteress slave. You have been our friend, and we want you to stay to be our admirer. ``

'' 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 build me kick in up on men. '' She turned slightly red and continued, `` But sex has a way of messing up friendship, and The ternion J 's and an S have been together for a tenacious time. ``

'' Does that mean we ca n't do anything like live on night again ? '' asked Sara. The care and letdown in her voice was obvious.

'' What we have to do, '' explained Joan, `` is set down some new regulation. '' She looked around the table. `` Sara, you need to know when we want a slut slave and when we want a friend. ``

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

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

Sara sat thinking for respective min. 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 list in her head, `` But I do n't want anything that will permanently injure me or set me. No tattoos or brands or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

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

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

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

Judy spoke, `` It 's a reality now, and we have to work with that new realness. Some affair will interchange. 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 have a safety word ? ``

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

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My condom Son is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` Summer is the opposition of winter. I do n't really like hot conditions. ``

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 block up. ``

Joan added, `` Then the logical 'slow down'Holy Writ would be 'springtime .'If thing are getting close to summertime, then 'springtime'William Tell us to plunk for off. ``

'' Winter, wax amphetamine ahead. spring, back off. Summer, stop. I got it, '' said Julie.

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

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

'' This is one of three I bought online a piece back to use as a straps to hold my skis together for storage. It has a Velcro collar that will grip at almost any sizing and it has my initials embroidered on it in gold. The but problem is that it is n't waterproof. I ended up throwing out the early two after only one season because they were so water damaged from melted snow. ``

Joan set the shoulder strap on the mesa. In fortunate script 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. It fit perfectly and looked dandy. Her font was framed in the outline of the dark of her hair and the black of the collar. She looked truly beautiful at that moment. Her smile was beaming and her centre were bright with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The collar will stay in a special drawer in the hutch in the support room. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a post we all agreed on. Whenever we want our slut slave friend to wee-wee an coming into court, we will set the neckband out on the table. And whenever Sara is willing to play - 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 bear it in public and no one would really know, '' said Sara softly. `` It looks like a velvet ruffle. ``

'' 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 front much better on you than on a duo of skis, `` added Judy.

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

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

'' We hung them on the memory wrack next to the deck. They are several feet beneath the snow. As it packs down today, it might falsify or even break them. We have to get them out of there. ``

All four little girl ran to the plump for Windows. The snow had almost stopped falling and the cloud were beginning to pass way to sunny skies. There was at least two foundation of Baron Snow of Leicester on the deck and it was level with the pull the wool over someone's eyes pulverization in the yard.

'' I 've seen pulverisation snows like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very serious vocalisation. `` I 've never seen it this deeply, but once the sun comes out, the powder will determine and mob. By tomorrow at this time it will be half that deep and you will be able-bodied 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 priming coat ? '' whined Julie.

'' No, '' answered Joan, `` Sara and I will go under the deck through the basement. There is a door next to the steps that opens inward. We should be able to dig into the snow from the threshold and get to the skis. There is only sufficiency room under there for one or two people to lick, so you girls stay up here. plough the smoke on the cover 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 girls laughed.

'' Besides, '' added Joan, `` The smoke switching also switches the hot tub from standby to pre-heat. Between the bullet and the hot water circulating in the system, the area beneath the deck should be warm enough to lick 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 sleeping room to change. She returned shortly dressed in denim. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll turn on the heaters, '' and she quickly opened the back threshold and stepped out onto the pack of cards to flip the hummer switch. ``

'' We might as well see 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 warmer, '' said Joan. `` We are going to be working, not making passion. 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 slovenly woman striver to eat me out ''

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

Joan started to put on her coating and Sara continued, `` And I 'll let you know if it gets too cold for me. '' She then opened the basement doorway and started down the footstep 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 earth level on three position, they were never capable to properly work out the groundwater problems, so there was no carpeting on the base and no paneling on the wall. There was nice furniture and a finished cap, but nothing that could n't be moved if matter got a little wet.

The step came down into the basement in a great, open way that took up the back one-half of the space. The presence one-half was divided between two bedrooms that looked out onto the main road. The doors to the two bedchamber were on the home wall. In the eye of the rachis wall, there was a single, exterior-style door that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to open the door, she explained to Sara, `` The deck is n't closed in, but it is pretty closely. There are footling gap between the boards to set aside ventilation, but the snow does n't usually get under the pack of cards, and what does rapidly melts when the hot tub heaters kick in. ``

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

Sara was surprised to see that the level under the deck was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a main road. There was a bombastic drain in the middle of the area. The hot tub itself was built on a basis of concrete block and bricks. A large water tank and pump stood next to the wall of the tub. The pump was whirring softly. A duet of red ignitor glowed on an electrical dominance panel.

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

Joan pointed to the level, `` This catches any rainwater that comes under the deck in the summer and television channel it under the firm and out toward the road. We do n't have to worry about what to do with the snow we pull in, it will just mellow out and go down the drainage. '' Then she opened the outer door.

The coke had been packed tightly against the KO'd door. There was an impression of the somebody add-in apparent on the fount of the snow, and there was a small hole where the lever- like doorhandle had been pulled absolve when the door opened.

Joan reached into a coloured area alongside the hot tub and pulled out two small camp shovelful. `` These are for cleaning out the blast ring in the summer, but they will process for digging a golf hole in the snowfall to retrieve our skis. ''

Some water dripped through the deck Evidently the smoke 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 heater, '' asked Joan.

'' It would just get wet, '' answered Sara, `` and once your apparel are soaked - especially denim, you are better off being naked. '' With that she pulled her Sponge Bob nightshirt over her promontory and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

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

It took about xv minutes before they were at the top of the skis. At that point, they had a burrow into the snow about two human foot tenacious and three or four groundwork luxuriously starting from about two feet above the primer coat. `` Damn, '' said Joan as she tried to pull one of the sets of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the powder would still be loose adequate to pull the skis out, but it looks like we are going to receive to elucidate the whole length of the ski. ``

She unscrewed the retainer for the movement of the shovel and turned the fountainhead so that it now looked more like a hoe than a spadeful. `` Just pull it into the elbow 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 coterie shovels. 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 earth horizontal surface to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy body of water. Joan 's clothing was soaked to the tegument. 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 fiber jean are wicking pee and evaporating on the airfoil. That makes them colder than my wet skin. Your ski pants are special portmanteau word to preclude 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 underwear were in a heap on the floor of the basement. `` Tops dry, '' she said, and kept her coat on. She looked rather odd with naked ramification and crotch below, and a with child ski windbreaker 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 cellar. Two more exercise set soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to make some knockout packed blow from the uppermost set of skis, but soon Joan was also carrying them into the basement.

Just as she set them inside the threshold, she heard a loud gasp and felt a bang of cold air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer doorway. She could also see Sara buried to her breasts in the snow that had filled the tunnel when the end of it collapsed.

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

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

'' You need to clear some of the snow first. '' said Sara. Then she added quickly, `` Make sure as shooting you do n't hit my human foot. ``

Joan grabbed her shovelful and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the snow from the tunnel. It only took a few minutes until she was within inches of Sara 's pegleg. She threw her shovel back into the area under the pack of cards and again pulled on Sara 's arms. This fourth dimension, Sara pulled spare from the snow.

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

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

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' C. P. Snow turns me on, but only if I am already a little bit turned on or desire to be turned on. Being half buried by an avalanche of Snow and mentation I might die sort of kills the mood, so I lost my fire and got inhuman. ''

'' So, '' asked Joan, `` if I were really turned on, the nose candy 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 unknown smile and added, `` And maybe we will try a 'Coolie'before going up into the hot tub. ``

Joan threw her coating into the cellar and lifted her sweatshirt over her head.

'' What 's a coolie ? '' asked Sara ?

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

In a few moments both girls were squirming against each other with one leg pushed between the other 's so that they could rub against the each former '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 undecided outer door. `` I 'm going to be on hindquarters, so you 'd better abstemious my fire 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 burrow with Joan right behind her. She stood facing the room access with her head in the clear area of the collapse. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just dive into the C. P. Snow and turn over. I 'll plunk into you and we will both unthaw some snow. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the coke between Sara 's legs, 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 clit. Joan was soon moaning in passion.

Joan returned the favor and tongued and licked between Sara 's ramification. Within moments both were crying out in climax.

Sara almost immediately jumped up from Joan and pulled the shivering little girl to her feet. `` Hot tub sentence, '' 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 bubblers starting up brought Judy and Julie to the back up threshold. `` How 'd you rib get up here ? '' asked Julie.

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

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

'' Did n't you know that once you are wet, you are near off naked that in blue jean ? '' 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 of cards and then contribute our clothes back up here for us ? After that, conjoin us in the tub. We can send Sara out for wine 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 whine of snowmobile engines.

Two shiny orangeness snowmobiles with flashing yellow strobe spark mounted on them ride into the back yard. The number one wood wore bright red snowmobile suit of clothes with ovalbumin hybridization on the book binding and the words `` Snow Rescue '' above and below the cross.

One of the drivers got off his snowmobile and walked up the step of the deck of cards. 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 dark. ``

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

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a garble response on the radio receiver that none of the girlfriend 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 amercement. ``

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

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

He laughed and then addressed all four young lady, `` OK, here 's the pile. The storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the slopes all night tonight and matter will be cook by mid- morning tomorrow. Even the side lead will be back in top condition by high noon. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the ski lift will be running by 9:00am, but the lodge wo n't be open for another day or so until they get the road undetermined. That 's state firing regularisation. Most of the cabins are empty, so you will have the slopes practically to yourself until the Sir Oliver Joseph Lodge re-opens. Hope you enjoy it. ``

He walked back down the whole step and got back onto his snowmobile. As the two snowmobiles whined off into the aloofness, 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 feeding bottle of wine-coloured. ``

Sara walked down the steps 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 mesa, she had to dig down with her hands to unfold the top compositor's case of wine. `` One nursing 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 against her white meat, and walked back up the stairs of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The Three J 's and an S '' WILL continue.
They will be at the cabin for several more daytime,
and they have another year and a half of college.
A lot can bechance in 10 mean solar day and even more in 18 months.
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