I waited for sometime and walked into the room. She was wearing her towel around her and checking her phone. I walked from behind and pulled her towel...off and she turned back in shock and slapped me. I hugged her tightly from front and pressed her ass.She tried to push me away but I held her tightly. I started kissing her neck and face. She resisted and kept shouting my name. I kissed her hard and slowly she reciprocated. She held my head tightly and kissed me back. We were kissing for 5. "Did I hear you tell the drunk that you own this place? I thought the name was Riley's."Looking over her shoulder I leaned over the bar. "Y'all have to get off the table unless you want to pay for it," I said to the two girls who had decided to do a dance on top of it. "And put your tops back on."My order caused a lot of good natured boos from the two men left in the group. "Y'all can dance and strip on your car hoods if you want, but I don't have a license for entertainment."Turning back to. Lisette was groaning as I fucked her, pushing her arse against my groin with her cheeks rippling in an erotic dance as my dick slid effortlessly in and out of her pussy. By now Julia had regained her senses as she sat on the sofa transfixed as I fucked Lisette, playing with her pussy dipping her fingers in between her lips and moving towards her swollen clitoris. Julia's eyes were full of desire, her face contorted with each of my trusts as if I was actually inside her cunt rather than. "Quick and to the point." repeated the old man. "It's _your_ Creator, my friend. He has passed on."J. Pennington Pennyworth stared at the old man aghast. "How is that possible? And what did you mean _my_ Creator? Don't we have the same Creator?" It is difficult to explain. But I shall try, even though philosophy was never a strong point of mine." replied the old man. "You and I live in a world thought to be a fantasy by those, our Creators if you will, who, it is believed, fashioned it from.