When the plane was about over Nebraska, I got up to use the bathroom. I smiled at the flirty attendant again this time with a wink. I entered the bath...oom at the rear of the plane. "Need some fun?" a voice rang out. I turned around and there was the flight attendant. Her name tag "Emily" fit hercute face, and short curly blond hair. She just smiled at me, and I smiled back. She had already closed and locked the door to the bathroom. She then took me by the hand and kissed me. I kissed her back.. She cried out suddenly, filled with shock and pain. She pulled againstthe stock, feeling the soft touch of the cotton padding on her skin, but shecould not move and she felt the second blow more firmly that the first. Ithad landed with a ringing crack, like the report of a gun, and her body spasmedforward. Her voice broke from her throat, a thin high pitched moaning as thereality of her degradation seeped deep with in. The crop came again, and then again, in a succession of biting swings. The hard thrust pushed it deep inside, piercing her pussy walls and feeling the heat in her pussy much deeper. She caressed my cheeks and hair as she looked in my eyes.With one firm jerk, I was able to push my dick completely inside her lovely velvet pussy. I could feel that my cock had hit a dead end. It was clearly evident that she was missing her sexual life and her pussy was really tight. I was sure she was still a hot woman and she had her pussy pierced after a long time.She pulled me down. Then we would show them hundreds of very erotic photos and see what tripped their trigger, so to speak.The main thing I learned is that everybody lies. Men who said they were totally strait responded to gay porn. Women who said they were totally vanilla responded to the most violent BDSM scenes. By the end of the study I was starting to think that everybody was bi-sexual with hidden fetishes. Then Frank joined the study.Frank was different. For one thing he was totally honest about.