Then about two weeks later, the three Mistresses got into a really loud argument at breakfast.I don’t know what the original argument was all about....We couldn’t hear that over in the kitchen. But it got really loud when things exploded. “I think we need to clarify who is in charge here,” Mistress Tracy said, slamming her fork down on her plate. “You two treat me like I’m one of your slaves,” she almost screamed. Then she stood up next to the table, put her fists on her hips and said, “I demand. I don’t doubt that she will achieve both.Before I leave, I wish each of our racers good luck, and then, spend a minute alone in one of our trailers. I always spend a minute alone before a competition to get my head straight and psych myself up.I’m not expecting to win, but the lead pack is travelling at my usual pace, so I stick with them. I stay middle of the pack. I’m no leach, so I am not about to be the trailing rider that steels everybody’s energy. I’m also not dumb enough to be the lead. I'm hesitant to go forth with this, but as I move towards the back door of the house I realize this is what I want!Sara is fast asleep in the bedroom, I'm trying to be quiet as not to wake her. As I pass by the kitchen area I grab a couple beers and race for the door, Marie greets me by putting me in a lip lock and pushing me down on a lounge chair, I am not surprised to find her naked again this time. I asked her what if Sara woke up and she replied, "she took a sleeping pill tonight she won't. The repetitive nature of his movement could easily jar a muscle. Naturally, I felt terrible for him ahead of such an important race. So I did the only decent thing I could, I offered to do it for him." 'Would you really? Tommy, I didn't like to ask, after you've helped me so much already.'"'As you've told us before Coach, preparation is key. So if I can help you train and prepare then I'll gladly do what you tell me to.'"'Let's get started then. First take a hold of my cock, um, penis, just.