’ She might accept it, she might even say it back – they had been saying those words to each other for years, after all – but Zane was most afra...d that she’d deny him. In the few months since she’d moved to New Jersey, Zane had felt his heart get so wrapped up in her, that he didn’t know how he’d function if she ever left. He had no idea if she felt the same sort of attachment, platonic or not, and the worst part was being unable to talk about it. They’d always been able to talk about. "I'm afraid there's nothing virgin about me, Wendy. I let all of the men in my life get my ass. I lost track of how often Daddy used me there, not to mention my classmates. However, while it ain't a cherry ass, doesn't mean it isn't sweet. Several guys have told me that my butt is delicious. My nickname from the boys at school was 'Candy Ass Gina', and they didn't mean that I'm a wimp. Trust me, if Dirk wants my ass, or even if you gals do, I'll bend over so fast it will be a blur. I don't care. She agreed. Little did she know what that would lead to.I started off by sending her a text, asking her to stop whatever she was doing and play with herself. My one rule: no orgasm. I told her the payoff would make it all worthwhile. She answered with a picture showing her fingers jammed inside her pussy, but promised she stopped before crossing the line. Of course, then I had a problem on my own hands that meant I had to sit at my desk awhile longer.A couple of hours later I sent her another. Go on, open it up. My hands were shaking, I was breathing so fast and shallow, I felt like I was going to pass out. I untied the ribbons and they fell away. The box top was next. I have always loved how a box full of soft sensual things feels when the top comes away and all the soft tissue appears. I could not make it out but it was white, lots of white. I was giggling like a 16 year old girl on a birthday. Elated, excited, happy. I softly folded the first layer of tissue back and found a 36.