" Yes," I said. "I understand that...completely. No problem. I was just curious, is all. You don't mind telling me about these other guys, do you? I'd...like to know a little about them."She seemed a bit uncertain at first. But then she could sense my sincerity, and she told me a little bit about them. The underlying link, for her, was the size of their cocks; which were of considerably bigger size than mine would ever, ever hope to match."Do black guys fuck better than white guys?" I finally. With a Prince Albert! The hardware looked large and my mind started racing! Was this the flight attendant? The ad said they would be in town for one night and would be staying in a hotel near the airport! Holy Shit! I immediately sent them a reply which included a pic of me leaning against a tree sporting a large hard on. (I don’t’ have model looks but I am proud of my body – work out religiously and am fairly muscular.) I mentioned in my note that I had always fantasized about having a mmf. I was soon introduced to her and it transpired that she and Iwould be working the first class area together. We chatted for a while andflirted a little before the flight. I think by then she had realised thatI was gay and that I wanted her so badly.All too soon we boarded the plane and began to get ready for the passenger,Jennifer guiding me on what I should be doing and what she expected of meonce we were airborne. All the time I was admiring her beauty and hopingshe would make a play for. Again the canes land. Now he starts to beg and the tears start to flow. Again the pain races through him. He opens his eyes to see the face in the mirror. Mascara streaked, nose running, drool dripping from the huge red gag stuffed in his mouth. He was sobbing and had a moment of disconnect, until he saw the canes rise again. They mercifully stopped at 10 blows each and gave him time to recover. Mistress Jennifer gets his attention by swinging her cane through the air. "That was 20 of.