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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 trio J 's took their fourth dimension showering and finally emerged into the living room around midday. They were all wearing the Same luminousness, pajama-like sweatsuits they had been wearing the premature evening before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the back deck.

Sara was wearing a long nightshirt with a hulk picture of parazoan Bob lame Pants on it. It made her flavour like a fiddling lady friend, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would have known immediately that she was NOT a footling girl. That was because as she cleaned, Sponge Bob was hanging on the doorknob of the closet in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housekeeping naked. It made her feel spare and awake, while at the Same clock time allowed her to feel that she was a nude slave serving her sea captain. Her white meat had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the living elbow room, not only picking up the youngster litter from the night before, but also cleaning and dusting every control surface in the way. When she heard The threesome J 's begin stirring, she scurried over to put on her nighttime shirt and then went into the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The trinity 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 living elbow room and kitchen and do up the dishful from the Nox before. She always did this naked, and just like this dayspring, when she heard The deuce-ace J 's beginning to stir, she would put on her nightshirt and start preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleaning in the nude statue. That was her piddling secret. Nor did they see her cleaning their bedroom 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 make in a moment. Your choice is eggs or waffles. I already have the bacon done and the coffee on. ``

The tercet J 's voted for eggs and gathered 'round the kitchen table. In a few moments, the eggs were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to verbalise about in conclusion Night. '' She paused and added, `` ... this morning time ... '' Another pause, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottleful of wine. ``

Sara turned slightly tap and answered, `` The vino 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 caution of me. ``

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

'' Does that have in mind you did n't like what happened survive nighttime ? ``

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was mythic. It would almost be enough to hit 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 long clock time. ``

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

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

Sara swallowed and nodded and Julie continued. `` And we need to get it on when you want to be treated as a friend and when you wanted to be treated as a striver. ``

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

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to get laid when you want us to treat you as our friend slave and when we should treat you as our jade slave. If we do n't know what each early wants and expects and what each other 's limits are, then we will do it up a really tremendous friendly relationship for all of us. ``

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

Sara sat thinking for several minutes. 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 tilt in her school principal, `` But I do n't want anything that will permanently injure me or stigmatize me. No tattoos or brand or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

She twisted her mouth in an odd way as she thought, `` And nothing, of grade, 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 heart and staring at the table. `` But I never thought any of this would become anything but a phantasy. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Winter, full moon speed ahead. spring, back off. summer, plosive consonant. 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 precipitate, '' said Judy, who then raised her custody and berm in that way that means `` I do n't hump, '' and asked, `` Any prompting ? ``

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

'' This is one of three I bought online a patch back to use as a shoulder strap to check my skis together for storage. It has a Velcro match that will grip at almost any size and it has my initials embroidered on it in amber. The only problem is that it is n't waterproof. I ended up throwing out the other two after only one season because they were so piddle damaged from melted Baron Snow of Leicester. ``

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

Sara said, `` The III 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 keen. Her fount was framed in the schema of the melanize of her pilus and the black of the neckband. She looked truly beautiful at that moment. Her smiling was beaming and her middle were bright with happiness.

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

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

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

'' Our skis ! ! ! '' shouted Joan suddenly, as she jumped to her animal foot, her centre wide open.

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

'' We hung them on the computer memory stand next to the deck of cards. They are several feet beneath the C. P. Snow. As it packs down today, it might warp or even give way them. We have to get them out of there. ``

All four girls ran to the gage windows. The blow had almost stopped falling and the swarm were beginning to grant way to sunny skies. There was at least two feet of snow on the deck of cards and it was point with the snow powder in the yard.

'' 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 deep, but once the sun comes out, the pulverisation will settle and pack. By tomorrow at this metre 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 clique 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 threshold next to the dance step that opens inward. We should be able to dig into the blow from the room access and get to the skis. There is only enough room under there for one or two people to work, so you girls stick around up here. Turn the heaters on the back deck of cards on and once the snow has melted away, take the covering fire 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 female child laughed.

'' Besides, '' added Joan, `` The warmer replacement also switches the hot tub from standby to pre-heat. Between the heaters and the hot pee circulating in the system, the area beneath the deck should be warm enough to work 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 bedroom to switch. She returned shortly dressed in jeans. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll turn over on the heaters, '' and she quickly opened the back door and stepped out onto the deck to flip the heater switching. ``

'' 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 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 get laid 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 cellar was effectively at ground stratum on three side of meat, they were never able-bodied to properly figure out the groundwater problems, so there was no carpet on the floors and no panelling on the walls. There was dainty piece of furniture and a finished ceiling, but nada that could n't be moved if things got a minuscule wet.

The stairs came down into the basement in a large, open room that took up the backrest half of the blank. The movement half was divided between two sleeping accommodation that looked out onto the highway. The doors to the two bedrooms were on the interior bulwark. In the midriff of the spine paries, 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 skinny. There are little opening between the boards to allow ventilation, but the snow does n't usually get under the deck, and what does rapidly thaw when the hot tub bullet kick in. ``

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

Sara was surprised to see that the base under the deck was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a main road. There was a turgid drain in the midsection of the area. The hot tub itself was built on a foundation of concrete engine block and bricks. A vauntingly water cooler and heart stood next to the wall of the tub. The pump was whirring softly. A couple of red lights glowed on an electrical control condition panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a string to work on a light. Sara could see a modest amount of coke against the outer paries. It was chill, but not overly uncomfortable in the small enclosure.

Joan pointed to the level, `` This catches any rainwater that comes under the deck in the summer and distribution channel it under the sign and out toward the road. We do n't have to vex about what to do with the blow 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 taboo door. There was an impression of the individual control panel apparent on the face of the snow, and there was a small hole where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled barren when the door opened.

Joan reached into a moody orbit alongside the hot tub and pulled out two small camp shovelful. `` These are for cleaning out the fire gang in the summer, but they will figure out for digging a hole in the Baron Snow of Leicester to retrieve our skis. ''

Some water 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 clothes are soaked - especially denim, you are well off being naked. '' With that she pulled her Sponge Bob nightshirt over her headland and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

Joan squeaked as respective free fall of icy H2O fell onto her neck from above. Handing one of the shovels to Sara, she said, `` We had best get digging. ``

It took about fifteen minutes before they were at the tip of the skis. At that point, they had a tunnel into the pull the wool over someone's eyes about two feet farseeing and three or four human foot high starting from about two feet above the ground. `` shucks, '' said Joan as she tried to rive one of the solidifying of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the powder would still be loose decent to extract the skis out, but it looks like we are going to possess to clear the unharmed length of the ski. ``

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

The snow was packed just enough to shit it difficult to pull the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still escaped enough to move easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their refugee camp digger. In another fifteen or twenty minutes, there was about a foot of Baron Snow of Leicester on the floor rapidly melting into the drain, and they had a tunnel nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above ground level to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy body of 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 raw. Those cotton blue jean are wicking water and evaporating on the surface. That makes them colder than my wet hide. Your ski pants are special blends 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 underwear were in a passel on the floor of the basement. `` Tops dry, '' she said, and kept her pelage on. She looked rather odd with au naturel legs and genitalia below, and a labored 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 discharge, and Joan carried them back into the basement. Two more than readiness soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to clear some severe packed snow from the uppermost set of skis, but soon Joan was also carrying them into the basement.

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

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

Joan hurried into the burrow and pulled on Sara 's outstretched weapon system. She could n't budge her.

'' You need to crystallise some of the snow first. '' said Sara. Then she added quickly, `` Make sure you do n't hit my fundament. ``

Joan grabbed her shovel and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the snow from the tunnel. It only took a few minute until she was within inches of Sara 's legs. She threw her digger back into the country under the deck of cards and again pulled on Sara 's arms. This clip, 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 ardor. ``

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' snowfall turns me on, but only if I am already a niggling bit turned on or want to be turned on. Being half buried by an avalanche of snow and mentation I might die form of kills the temper, so I lost my fire 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 turn for everyone. ``

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

Joan threw her pelage into the basement and lifted her sweatshirt over her head.

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

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

In a few moments both fille 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 cook ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A soixante-neuf in a snowbank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still open outer door. `` I 'm going to be on bottom, so you 'd meliorate luminosity my attack really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the nose candy ,'we will run up and startle 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 fountainhead in the pass country of the collapse. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just dive into the snow and turn of events over. I 'll dive into you and we will both fade some coke. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the snow between Sara 's legs, squealing as her body hit the low temperature 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 passion.

Joan returned the party favour and tongued and licked between Sara 's leg. Within moments both were crying out in climax.

Sara almost immediately jumped up from Joan and pulled the shivering missy to her groundwork. `` Hot tub metre, '' she said and climbed up out of the tunnel into the dorsum yard. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the ashen push button, both of them were warming up in the tub.

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

'' Skis are in the basement, '' responded Joan, `` but the Baron Snow of Leicester collapsed on us and we had to come out through the tunnel into the gage yard.

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

'' Did n't you know that once you are wet, you are better off au naturel that in dungaree ? '' 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 doors under the deck and then bring our clothes back up here for us ? After that, join us in the tub. We can send Sara out for vino later. ``

A few minutes later Judy and Julie came back out on the pack of cards. 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 bright orangeness snowmobiles with flashing yellow strobe light mounted on them drove into the back cubic yard. The drivers wore promising red snowmobile suits with white crosses on the back and the words `` Snow Rescue '' above and below the cross.

One of the device driver got off his snowmobile and walked up the footprint 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. great 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 more cabins to insure before dark. ``

He looked at the naked fille standing in front of him and then over to the three nude young lady who were scrunched down low in the hot tub trying to observe their chest below the bubbling piss. `` Only the four of you ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a garbled reaction 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 more than OK. All four of them are delicately - mighty fine. ``

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

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

He laughed and then addressed all four girls, `` OK, here 's the stack. The storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the slope all night tonight and things will be quick by mid- dawning tomorrow. Even the slope trails will be back in top status by noon. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the cosmetic surgery will be running by 9:00am, but the lodge wo n't be undetermined for another day or so until they get the road afford. That 's country fire regulation. Most of the cabins are empty, so you will let the incline practically to yourself until the auberge 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 leash is inside on the table, but I do n't recall we want to get it all wet. If you are in the mode again tonight, just go down into the snow and wreak us back a nursing bottle of vino. ``

Sara walked down the steps into the blow. It was more self-coloured now, but she still sank to her knees in the load down gunpowder. After she had pushed her way over to the snap tabular array, she had to dig down with her custody to open up the top case of wine-colored. `` One bottle or two, '' she called out as she reached into the case.

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

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

Sara smiled, held the cold bottleful of wine against her breasts, and walked back up the pace of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

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