.”I yanked it open, the lock popping as I twisted the knob. I stared up at Clint. He was fuzzy without my glasses on. Then I turned and darted to my... bed, flopping on it and not looking at him. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone?He moved to the bed and sat down beside me. He stroked my pigtail. “Okay, Alicia, sit up. Let’s talk.”I shook my head.“Princess.”His voice was so stern, so demanding. My big brother wanted me to sit up. So I sighed and did, my face wet with tears. I couldn’t look at. ’ Arabella’s brow furrowed at his silence. ‘Mr. Black?’ ‘I see.’ ‘I’m glad you do.’ She looked over at her empty seat. ‘You father hasn’t offered me anything, although he did mention a proposal.’ She sighed in exasperation. ‘Let me make this easier for you. He will likely offer you an amount that will raise your eyebrows, provided that you marry me.’ ‘Mmm.’ ‘Yes, mmm.’ ‘You don’t look like someone who would have difficulty getting married.’ Arabella suddenly smiled slyly. ‘Mr. Black, you are. She reached over, as before, and poureda glass of water around the bowl so that I could swallow the tissue.Needless to say, I did so, sensing again that she had added something tothe water. But there was nothing I could do about it."I'll be back in just a minute, Tina. Don't go away!" She pulled herjeans up and went back into her room, leaving me stuck in the toiletchair (or indeed 'my cocktail bar' as she now called it), with my armsstill folded under the robe and the tube still in my mouth.. Although I haven't fucked her yet, nor will I ever get the chance as she is a confirmed carpet muncher. BUT that hasn't stopped us from playing together. Let me explain.One or the other of us takes turns bringing home a hot chick that has had too much to drink, the other returns to the apartment "unexpectedly" and walks in on the action that is taking place in the livingroom.Last Friday night was Anna's turn to bring home the plaything and let me tell you, she chose a winner. A little older.