I poked my ass up in a playful manner and said ‘My ass is all yours, now fuck me.. please’ He went over and got the lube and put some on his cock,...he then rubbed his shaft up and down my ass crack nice and slow, but nowhere near my hole – his cock felt so hard and hot rubbing against me, after a few minutes he put some more lube on his cock and then on my ass, I could now feel his fingers starting to explore my hole. He said - I’m going nice and slow, so just relax – and I did. My cock was. You, er, we, yes, we, need a force multiplier." I paused and scanned the faces around the table."Force multiplier?" Martha echoed in puzzlement."Yes. We need to add something to the mix to improve the odds," I said as I tried to recall some of the strategic planning sessions I had witnessed fifty or so years ago while I was in the Air Force. "Force multiplier is Department of Defense jargon for a component added to a military operation which increases a unit's combat effectiveness without a. She acts so prim and proper around the office." An act Sam. Remember about three months back when we all hit the bar at the Marriott after work? Most of you left after a couple of drinks and by nine the only ones of our group still there were me and Maxine. I was getting ready to leave when a slow number began playing and Maxine pulled me out onto the dance floor. We had all ready danced four or five times, but not like that last dance. She pulled me close and half way into the song she pulled. I forgot, clearly, that you aren't supposed to mix Ambien and alcohol. The rules are clear on that. But I was headed straight to bed, so it didn't matter, right? I distinctly remember rolling my commuting jeans and underwear off as one unit, like a dirty rubber band, and slipping into a pair of cotton panties and a camisole top. Then I crawled in next to my snoring bear of a husband and slept the sleep of the damned.I woke up the next morning feeling great...birds shining, sun chirping. My.