fix they race

Felicia's mind remembers all the secret pleasure she had gotten from having Chet use her for his own pleasure as she watched him futilely try to catch her sorority sister. It sickened her how wet it made her think about him using her like some object for his pleasure.

With each step she made, she could feel herself becoming afraid that she would never feel that type of pleasure again.

Her desire for Chet overwhelmed her; she needed him and his cum more and more every second, and for that, she unconsciously needed him to win.

Beth was heading for the second handoff, and once Lisa started running, there was no way for Chet to win. She knew that her fate would be sealed after the handoff was complete. There was no way Chet could catch Beth, and she was going to be freed, and Chet was going to pay for what he did to her, but what surprised her was how sad it made her exactly how to make the easily distracted Beth lose the race.

Right as Beth was reaching the baton toward the now running Lisa, Out of nowhere, Felicia felt something profound inside herself, forcing her to yell out, "Look out, Beth, he's. "

As easily as that, Beth slightly turned her head, taking her attention off the handoff while ever so slightly twisting her shoulder to the left. Felicia knew there was only one flaw to her sisters' plan if the baton hit the ground, they would lose, and the handoffs are ever so easy to screw up if you are not paying attention. As Beth let go of the baton, it grazed Lisa's fingertips. Lisa instantly stopped as Beth tried to refocus and dove for the baton, but it was too late. The sound of the baton striking the hard pavement echoed through their bodies. The three runners' hearts dropped lower than they had ever been while Felicia slowly came to grips with what she did.

All at once, Sarah's question, "What did he mean by us being his?" popped into their minds.