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 ...ifficult 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 their imaginations."Our lives are influenced by what happens in their world. We are what our Creators. 'Aaah! Fuck!'I swung again. Crack! An intake of breath from Jenny. Another Crack!'Oooow. Jesus!'I was finding my rhythm, and a barrage of slaps rained down on the bouncing cheeks in quick succession, left cheek, right cheek, left, right, with the occasional stinging slap across the whole width of that pert backside. Bright red skin was now contrasting sharply with the white lace, and Jenny was squirming on my lap, kicking her legs wildly and giving voice to a series of cries and squeals. I. In contrast, he had ample documented proof that the little bitch was full of promises but might short on performance when push came to shove in nocturnal activities.He had caught her with her hand inside her panties sniffing the star quarterback’s cleated footgear with her nose buried so deeply inside the foul-scented objects that all he could see was her eyes blinking at him over the shoelaces with lust-crazed abandon. It was a powerful moment for him and he savored it repeatedly in his mind. It inched in just a little so that it sat firmly seated in her and just before her sphincter started to scream. “Keep your head up and eyes open toward the camera. I want to capture the first moment you surrender your ass to me.”She looked straight ahead with a mixture of fear and absolute lust. He started applying pressure and she felt the invader open her ass to its widest point so far and keep going. Her eyes teared and she felt the head of his dick force its way into her tiny opening. .