Coda

Placing his empty Martini glass down on the drink tray, Wallace walked over to the blowjob machine, announcing, "Alright, I guess it's time to set Denise free."

As he began to unfasten the straps on her wrists, Hammer removed Denise's head harness. As she started to stand up, Wallace grabbed her bicep and told Hammer, "We're going to have to help her. She'll be a bit wobbly."

Together they assisted her in dismounting the bench, only to have her kneel down as Wallace untied and unwrapped the leather cord from around her big boobs. She smiled up at him weakly and said, "Thank you, Boatswain."

He chuckled and tousled her short blonde hair. "The session is over. You can go back to calling me Abram. Or, if you prefer, Abe."

"Thank you, Abe," she replied, adding, "For everything." Shaking her head in disbelief at all that had transpired, she glanced at the clock on the wall. "Wow. Do you realize I must have been giving you guys head for over an hour!"

The two men nodded soberly, impressed by her stamina. And the fact that she had not even been aware that her knob-gobbling had gone on for so long.

"And that vibrator," she shuddered as she thought about it, "That was intense."

"At one point I thought you were going to pass out," Hammer said.

"At one point I nearly did," she reached up to massage her scalp and run her fingers through her hair which was wet with perspiration. As she did so, she winced. The base of her neck and shoulders were sore. "That vibrator is a copy of the old, old Hitachi Magic Wand. The original design goes all the way back to the Twenty-First or Twentieth Century."

"Sounds like you are quite familiar with it," Hammer observed.

Despite having sucked off both men, and having orgasmed countless times in front of them, Denise actually blushed and lowered her gaze. When she looked back up, she continued her 'review' of the product. "Sometimes a design achieves such perfection, that it cannot be further improved. The Hitachi was probably the greatest invention since the bowling ball."

In unison, both men asked, "The bowling ball?"

Struggling to her feet (she had to accept Wallace's hand), she sat down in a chair near the drink tray, pouring herself a fresh Martini. "Yep. The bowling ball. The greatest labor-saving device in history." She took a sip of her drink. "Do you realize that without the bowling ball, you would have to run all the way down the alley to kick those little pins over?"

"Ohhhh kay," Wallace replied, dropping the coiled up leather cord that had bound her breasts and the vibrator into his overnight bag. "I'm going to leave you two so that you can privately discuss your feelings about this evening." As he headed for the stairs, he extended his arm, palm facing outward. "I can show myself out." He nodded to Hammer, "You have my number."

After the sounds of his footsteps on the stairs and the closing of the front door faded, Hammer turned to Denise. "So? What did you think?"

"Oh, Jack," she gushed. "It was everything I hoped it would be and so much more. Thank you, thank you, thank you for fulfilling my long-time fantasy."

"Was it a one-time deal?" he asked.

Her eyes rapidly flitted across his face as her brow knitted. "I hope not. Unless . . . You didn't like it?"

"Oh, I thought it was great!" he answered perhaps a bit too loudly. Lowering his voice, he repeated his answer. "I liked it very, very much."

Her face brightened and she asked, "Then we can do it again? . . . Soon?"

Hammer nodded at the first question and laughed at the second. "Yes, soon."

Standing up, he said, "Now, let me help you upstairs and I'll draw a tub of water and bathe you."

She giggled, "You are going to bathe me?"

He nodded solemnly and she realized he was serious. As the two ascended the stairs side-by-side, his strong arm around her back to give her support, she once again had to fight back the urge to blurt out the words that were in her heart.