“Connor! Lane 3!”I looked around, then up. The block official for my lane was smiling at me.“Congratulations, son. But you’ll need to celebrat... out of the pool. We still have a few more events to run tonight.”“Oh. Sorry,” I stuttered.“All good. Congratulations again. Good luck in Hamburg.”I made my way to the side of the pool and climbed out. Our conditioning coach was waiting there and he threw his arm across my shoulders.“Berserker, huh?” he grinned.“I’ll never complain again about those. After studying, she has to tend to her daily chores, which include sweeping, mopping, dusting and generally keeping the house neat and tidy. On weekends she also mows the lawn. While she’s grounded, I check her grades regularly to assess her performance in school. Because I give her so much time to study I expect excellent grades. If she receives anything less than 90% on any of her assignments I give her a spanking, one swat with a wooden hairbrush for every percentage point she missed.. There was sexual tension in the air as I had never experienced before. There was also an energy of what was about to happen, crossing some erotic and ethnic boundaries in a most exotic location. I had to absorb the following: • My naked white wife was willingly going to be fucked by three black Swazi youths; • the black on white sexual taboo was going to be broken; • I was willingly going to nakedly watch my wife being gangbanged by three well endowed black men; • I was going to take as many. I turned to be greeted by two duplicates of Rebecca. Well, not quite. These versions were a little older, and a bit more buxom, but I nevertheless knew in a heartbeat that this was Aunt Jane and Mama.I rose from the stool and bowed deeply to the matrons. First one, and then the other, extended her hand and I kissed it, which greatly surprised them. They weren't used to the Continental manners."I presume that I am in the presence of Rebecca's venerated Aunt Jane?" I asked the matron who looked.