On the way out of the room, I grabbed the money and put it in my purse. Being as drunk as I was, it was difficult making it down the narrowstairway by... myself, and the heels I was wearing were definitely making my feet more sore than I can ever remember. Not to mention the monster butt plug Mistress Monica had embedded in my ass before she left me. Now, I think she did that as much to protect me as anything else, even so I lover her so much.I re-entered the bar and looked around for another. She descended a bit more and shouted:"'Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friendI would meet him an hour ago but I don't know where I am". The man below replied "You're in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground. You're between 40 and 41 degrees north latitude and between 59 and 60 degrees west longitude"."You must be a technician." said the balloonist."I am" replied the man "how did you know?" "Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you have told me is. He got up and walked into the kitchen without answering me. I was afraid the answer was no and this evening was over but he soon came back with another glass in his hand. He filled it to the top with wine and handed it over to me. I happily took it and drank it down quickly.“Wow,” he laughed, taking the empty glass from me and setting it on the table, “slow down there turbo.”We laughed for a minute, falling back on the couch, our sides touching. I felt my pussy start to get wet instantly. It. That resistance of yours only makes me want you more. You know that, right? I’m going to keep chipping away at that ‘no’ until I get what I want.’ Her eyes smoked at me. There was no chance I could suppress that jolt of lust without the conflict showing on my face. Gretchen laughed, obviously enjoying my discomfort. I drank my coffee and commanded my pussy to heel. I’d need to send it to obedience school. ‘I should just toss your sexy ass onto the couch and have my way with you.’ She perked up.