"If they can't keep up they should not be in the game." That was my way thinking.I was about to get my degree and it all came to an end; a sudden end....I met a woman. Now I know you think of a perfect woman, what ever you think is perfect, well that is not what she was.She was old and rich. Ok that was pretty perfect for me. The best thing about her, other than the money and the sex was she did not seem to be bothered by my growing mark. She asked a few questions about it and even gently stroked. There was a definite advantage when she served and soon her team what’s up by three points. Beth was getting a little slower going back under with each serve. On her fourth serve, the ball cleared the net and hit Alan right on the head. He hardly seemed to even notice as he stared at her. It was only then that she realized that all the boys were staring at her. Looking down she realized that one of the strips covering her boobs had slid and was now between her breasts, leaving one boob bouncing. ”“No one thought to complain?”“One of the first things they did was to corrupt the AI in charge of the interstellar array to filter out complaints with a stock reply that this was the Imperial norm and to put up and shut up.”“I hope the Empire is checking out the other arrays,” Teelae commented.“Me too. This has been terrible for all concerned. The loss of life amongst fleet personnel has been horrendous.”“I know, but the Empire won.”“Yes, but there could be other Cillort’s out there. He only. Speaking to me on Skype, he sounded very confident and like a man in control. He said he had these speedo fuck parties at his house over summer and said I would fit in if I was interested.Of course I was interested.I rocked up at the house on Sydney’s northern beaches one hot summer afternoon. Rob answered the door, beer in hand, wearing nothing but a pair of very tight silver Arena brand speedos. His his semi erect cock was bulging in the tiny swimwear.We shook hands, hugged and he invited me.