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Julie, Judy, and Joan slept until after eleven. By the fourth dimension they had awakened, Sara had the cabin completely cleaned and straightened up. The trio J 's took their time showering and finally emerged into the living room around noon. They were all wearing the same luminance, pajama-like sweat suit they had been wearing the late eventide before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the indorse deck.

Sara was wearing a foresightful nightshirt with a colossus pic of sponger Bob Square Pants on it. It made her look like a little girl, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would take in known immediately that she was NOT a fiddling young lady. That was because as she cleaned, parazoan Bob was hanging on the doorknob of the W.C. in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housekeeping naked. It made her feel disembarrass and alive, while at the same time allowed her to experience that she was a naked slave serving her Edgar Lee Masters. Her breasts had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the living room, not only picking up the minor bedding from the Nox before, but also cleaning and dusting every surface in the room. When she heard The tierce J 's begin stirring, she scurried over to put on her night shirt and then went into the kitchen to start out preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The ternion J 's, had always been an early on riser main. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and make clean the living room and kitchen and do up the saucer from the night before. She always did this naked, and just like this sunup, when she heard The Three J 's beginning to stir, she would put on her nightshirt and begin preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleansing in the nude. That was her petty unavowed. 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 fix in a moment. Your selection is orchis or waffles. I already have the bacon done and the coffee on. ``

The leash J 's voted for eggs and gathered 'round the kitchen board. In a few moments, the eggs were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to babble out about last night. '' She paused and added, `` ... this morning ... '' Another pause, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottle of wine-coloured. ``

Sara turned slightly pinko and answered, `` The wine only brought out what was already there. I have been your obedient slave since the one-fifth 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 hussy striver. You have been our friend, and we want you to remain to be our friend. ``

'' Does that stand for you did n't wish what happened last Nox ? ``

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was fabulous. It would almost be adequate to make me give up on men. '' She turned slightly red and continued, `` But sex has a way of messing up friendly relationship, and The 3 J 's and an S have been together for a hanker time. ``

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

'' What we have to do, '' explained Joan, `` is set down some new rules. '' She looked around the tabular array. `` Sara, you need to have a go at it when we want a strumpet slave and when we want a friend. ``

Sara swallowed and nodded and Julie continued. `` And we need to eff 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 recognize when you want us to care for you as our protagonist hard worker and when we should treat you as our slut slave. If we do n't live what each other wants and expects and what each early 's terminus ad quem are, then we will bang up a really marvelous friendly relationship for all of us. ``

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

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 withdraw something or go over a inclination in her head, `` But I do n't want anything that will permanently injure me or mark me. No tattoos or brands or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

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

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

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

Judy spoke, `` It 's a world now, and we have to work with that new reality. Some thing will exchange. 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 safe Book ? ``

Everyone looked at her and she stammered out, `` I read the book ... and some stories on air ..."She turned shining red. `` OK, a lot of news report on personal credit line, but I know what a safe word is. ``

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My prophylactic parole is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` summer is the opposite of wintertime. I do n't really care hot weather condition. ``

The Three 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 clip to check. ``

Joan added, `` Then the coherent 'slow down'give-and-take would be 'springtime .'If things are getting close to summertime, then 'springtime'tells us to punt off. ``

'' Winter, full-of-the-moon pep pill ahead. Springtime, back off. Summer, stop. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't solve the trouble 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 have sex, '' and asked, `` Any suggestions ? ``

'' I have an musical theme, '' said Joan, and she got up and went back into her sleeping room. She returned a instant later carrying something melanize that looked like a short velvet belt.

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

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

Sara said, `` The trinity 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 great. Her face was framed in the outline of the grim of her hair and the blackened of the collar. She looked truly beautiful at that import. Her smile was beaming and her eyes were promising with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The collar will stay put in a peculiar drawer in the hutch in the life room. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a shoes we all agreed on. Whenever we want our slut slave Quaker to make an appearance, we will set the collar 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 leash. We will all know what it means. ``

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

'' I could even get'& an S'embroidered on it in the Same yarn '' 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 dyad of skis, `` added Judy.

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

All four young lady ran to the back windowpane. The snow had almost stopped falling and the clouds were beginning to ease up way to sunny skies. There was at to the lowest degree two feet of snow on the deck and it was stage with the Charles Percy Snow gunpowder in the cubic yard.

'' I 've seen pulverization snows like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very serious articulation. `` I 've never seen it this abstruse, but once the sun comes out, the powder will settle and jam. By tomorrow at this metre it will be half that rich and you will be able-bodied to take the air across it. If we do n't get those skis out before the powder packs and warms, they will be damaged. ``

'' Does that mean value we have to go out there and shovel our way down to the basis ? '' 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-bodied to dig into the blow from the threshold and get to the skis. There is only plenty room under there for one or two hoi polloi to operate, so you girls last out up here. wrick the heaters on the back deck of cards on and once the nose candy has melted away, take the covers off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this good afternoon. ``

Judy smirked, and Joan added - `` to soak 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 smoke and the hot pee circulating in the system, the area beneath the deck of cards should be warm enough to exploit in without freezing our hindquarters off while we dig out the skis. ``

Joan opened the closet and took out her coating and walked back toward the bedroom to interchange. She returned shortly dressed in jeans. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll bend on the smoke, '' and she quickly opened the back door and stepped out onto the deck to flip the heater switch. ``

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

'' Yell for us if you need aid, `` added Judy as they sat down on the couch.

'' Sara, you might want to put on something heater, '' said Joan. `` We are going to be working, not making love. And set the collar on the board so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a booster slave to help oneself me, not a slut striver to eat me out ''

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

Joan started to put on her pelage and Sara continued, `` And I 'll let you know if it gets too cold-blooded for me. '' She then opened the basement door and started down the steps wearing only her sponger Bob nightshirt.

The basement of the cabin was `` semi-finished. '' What that really means is that even though the basement was effectively at priming level on three sides, they were never able-bodied to properly work the groundwater problems, so there was no rug on the floors and no paneling on the walls. There was prissy furniture and a finished ceiling, but nothing that could n't be moved if things got a little wet.

The stair came down into the cellar in a large, open room that took up the hind one-half of the space. The front half was divided between two sleeping room that looked out onto the highway. The doors to the two sleeping accommodation were on the interior wall. In the midsection of the back wall, there was a one, exterior-style threshold 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 close. There are lilliputian gaps between the boards to allow public discussion, but the snow does n't usually get under the deck, and what does rapidly melts when the hot tub heaters 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 of cards was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a highway. There was a enceinte drain in the center of the area. The hot tub itself was built on a foundation of concrete closure and bricks. A tumid water tank car and pump stood next to the wall of the tub. The pump was whirring softly. A twosome of red lights glowed on an electrical controller panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a string to change by reversal on a visible light. Sara could see a small amount of C. P. Snow against the outer paries. It was cool, but not overly uncomfortable in the small enclosure.

Joan pointed to the trading floor, `` This catches any rain that comes under the deck in the summer and channels it under the family and out toward the road. We do n't induce to interest about what to do with the C we pull in, it will just melt and go down the drainpipe. '' Then she opened the outer door.

The coke had been packed tightly against the outer doorway. There was an effect of the individual boards apparent on the typeface of the Baron Snow of Leicester, and there was a little hole where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled relieve when the door opened.

Joan reached into a dark arena alongside the hot tub and pulled out two diminished camp shovels. `` These are for cleaning out the fire ring in the summer, but they will solve for digging a hole in the Snow to remember our skis. ''

Some weewee dripped through the deck of cards Evidently the smoke were beginning to unthaw 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 better off being naked. '' With that she pulled her Sponge Bob nightshirt over her head and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

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

It took about xv minutes before they were at the tip of the skis. At that point, they had a tunnel into the snow about two base prospicient and three or four feet luxuriously starting from about two feet above the terra firma. `` Damn, '' said Joan as she tried to pull one of the solidifying of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the powder would still be loose decent to pull up the skis out, but it looks like we are going to birth to clear the whole duration of the ski. ``

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

The snow was packed just enough to lay down it unmanageable to draw out the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still idle enough to actuate easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their ingroup digger. In another fifteen or twenty minutes, there was about a foot of snowfall on the floor rapidly melting into the drainpipe, and they had a burrow nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above ground story to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy water. Joan 's habiliment was soaked to the hide. 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 dungaree are wicking body of water and evaporating on the surface. That makes them frigid than my wet peel. Your ski pants are special blends to prevent that, but right now, you would be better off bare. ``

'' hell on earth with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never fuck if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet jeans and underwear were in a sight on the trading floor of the basement. `` spinning top dry, '' she said, and kept her coat on. She looked rather odd with nude branch and crotch below, and a heavy ski windbreaker 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 clear, 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 crystalize some hard packed snow from the topmost set of skis, but soon Joan was also carrying them into the basement.

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

'' service me, '' said Sara quietly, but with fear in her representative, `` I 'm stuck. ``

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

'' You need to clear some of the Charles Percy Snow 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 C from the tunnel. It only took a few bit until she was within inch of Sara 's stage. She threw her digger back into the region under the deck of cards and again pulled on Sara 's arms. This meter, Sara pulled free 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 prostration scared me and I lost my ardor. ``

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' Snow turns me on, but only if I am already a short bit turned on or want to be turned on. Being half buried by an avalanche of snow and thinking I might die sort of kills the mood, so I lost my firing 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 unknown grin and added, `` And maybe we will try a 'Coolie'before going up into the hot tub. ``

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

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

'' That 's a band aid in a snowbank, '' answered Joan as her rima oris closed over Sara's.

In a few present moment 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 exposed outer threshold. `` I 'm going to be on bottom, so you 'd better ignitor my blast really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the snow ,'we will run up and parachuting in the hot tub. ``

Sara giggled, said, `` Let 's go, '' and ran out into the tunnel with Joan right field behind her. She stood facing the door with her principal in the net area of the collapse. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just prima donna into the snow and good turn over. I 'll dive into you and we will both melt some snow. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the coke between Sara 's legs, squealing as her eubstance hit the frigid terra firma. 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 plunge 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 legs. Within moment both were crying out in climax.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joan asked, `` Would you two please go downstairs and fold up the doors under the pack of cards and then add our apparel back up here for us ? After that, conjoin us in the tub. We can beam Sara out for wine later. ``

A few minute of arc 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 scandalmongering strobe Inner Light mounted on them labour into the dorsum yard. The number one wood wore bright red snowmobile courting with white Cross on the back and the words `` Snow saving '' above and below the cross.

One of the number one wood got off his snowmobile and walked up the whole tone 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 more than cabins to see before darkness. ``

He looked at the naked girl standing in front end of him and then over to the three raw girls who were scrunched down low in the hot tub trying to preserve their breasts below the bubbling water. `` Only the four of you ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a confused response 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 to a greater extent than OK. All four of them are fine - mighty amercement. ``

He smiled at Sara, clipped the radio back on his belt, and said, `` You might want to get back in the tub to last out warm, young lady. ''

She just pointed up at the heaters over her read/write head and said, `` It is almost too warm here. I might take in to go out in the nose candy to cool off off. ``

He laughed and then addressed all four young woman, `` OK, here 's the deal. The storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the slope all nighttime tonight and things will be ready by mid- forenoon tomorrow. Even the side of meat lead will be back in top condition by twelve noon. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the cosmetic surgery will be running by 9:00am, but the Sir Oliver Lodge wo n't be open for another day or so until they get the route loose. That 's state flack regularisation. Most of the cabins are empty-bellied, so you will throw the slopes practically to yourself until the Lodge re-opens. Hope you enjoy it. ``

He walked back down the stairs and got back onto his snowmobile. As the two snowmobiles whined off into the space, 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 add us back a bottleful of vino. ``

Sara walked down the steps into the coke. It was more solid now, but she still sank to her knees in the carry powder. After she had pushed her way over to the picnic table, she had to dig down with her custody to spread the top cause of wine. `` One feeding bottle or two, '' she called out as she reached into the case.

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

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

Sara smiled, held the cold bottle of wine against her breasts, and walked back up the dance step of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The Three J 's and an S '' volition continue.
They will be at the cabin for several more days,
and they have another year and a half of college.
A lot can go on in 10 twenty-four hour period and even more in 18 months.
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