We chatted for a bit and once he dropped me off at my car I said goodnight and headed home. Another so-so date; not bad, but not good either.Another w...eek of disappointments (including a guy who looked absolutely nothing like his profile pic meeting me for coffee and proceeding to ignore me while texting) left me extremely frustrated. I messaged PaleWriter again. Dinner at my place?Things went better this time. He loved my lasagna and my kitty Tiger liked him. We played some gin rummy and. “Don’t wash, I want to know you have my semen on you and inside you, just pack want you want and bring your passport.”. She did as he said, and they left, driving straight to the airport, where later that day, they flew back to France. Steve had refused to say anything about what or why, just that he knew what he was doing and would she please do what he asked. At the airport, Steve didn’t pick up a hire car but went to the car park and they piled her luggage into a new Citroen, and drove back. "What do you think they're for, princess?" he murmured, his face very close to hers."They're so you can—can—cla—" she began, but her voice dried up under the heat of his intense gaze. Her nipples throbbed as if they knew they were under discussion. She squirmed in her bondage, instinctively trying to cover her breasts, soothe the ache in them with her hands."I suggest you finish that thought," he was saying, quietly, silkily, "or you'll wear these for twice as long." He opened one of the clamps. Oh, probably some lonely, pathetic girl at the bar, she initially thought.But the stains on his pants, although dried and only slightly discolored, were still very obvious to her.Janine confronted Mark right then and there, asking where he went, waiting for him to trip up in a lie.To Mark’s credit, he seemed genuinely contrite, and didn’t lie about where he went. But he also evaded her questions as best he could-“I just went out, and had some drinks” he said.“Where?” she asked, angrily.“A.