" "You touch me." he protested, remembering how much Jane had loved driving his Jaguar. "I can touch you, darling, and do things for you that you ca...n't do for yourself or that you can't do well enough for my purposes. In everything else, I am a ghost and this is the world of the living." She gave a shrug, but looked just a bit longingly at the steering column of the powerful automobile. Grumbling at not being able to let her drive, Nathan moved to the driver's side and sat only to jump back. I closed my eyes tightly.The guys were taking turn in seeing my ass. I was in a train and lying down with my butt exposed. To my surprise the guys were appreciating the tattoo. They all told me that it was good. I felt better on hearing it. Suddenly the urge to pull up pants was slowly gone. I was more comfortable. One guy even felt the tattoo. I did not resist. I liked the feeling now. Seeing this guy, the others also started feeling my tattoo. At this time I did not care how many hands were. "Yo dawg-" one eager guess yelled, getting D-Money's attention."-ya boi take it at both ends too?"Uh-oh, I know where this was going.D-Money hesitated. I half suspected he had wanted to keep my asshole soleyfor his own usage."Why nigga? Ain't Dee enuff fer yur ass?" he asked."Maan, every time I look up, sum new nikkas on dat bitch! And Pooh don't look like he wanna give' nobody a shot at home boy mouth, so only hole I see available is da nikka's ass! Wussup wit' it?" D-Money looked as if he was. A tall 6'2 tanned white man. He had a firm body and was fit. His muscles were toned and strong, a hard chest and abs. Dark hair and green eyes. A dreamy man. His black light stubble on his face. A dragon tattoo going down his right arm. Scars on his face just underneath his eye from fighting. He was your typical bad boy fighter. A very dominant man in bed who had a 7 inch cock tucked inside underwear. Wearing his black suit with a white shirt underneath. Even though he was known for fighting,.