Mene kaha ” sir aap bhi naa plz choriye naa” to vo bola yaar teri body hi esi he sali chorne ko man nahi ho raha hai” aab me bhi thora different...mood me aa chuka tha ” mene kaha” sir mere se bara to aapka dikh raha hai to vo bola yaar bus esi vajah se to meri biwi tiki hui hai varna kab ki chali jati. Mene pucha kyu to bola” yaar agar chota hota to vo kab ki chor chuki hoti mughe kyunki vo janti hai” i am a bi” mene kaha really to bola ha janu jub se tu aaya tubse meri halat kharab hai sath. So this was apparently a part of lockdown now.It was lockdown, but it wasn't lightsout for another hour. Still, Cassie's bed had never called to her more than it did now. Even with the harsh glare of the lights above and the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, she was asleep almost instantly.The light only half woke Cassie up. She struggled to pierce the veil of slumber, but it was useless. After a few minutes of trying to find the will to pull herself off of her bed, she sank back into it,. Soon our little convoy was on the road heading towards St. Louis. Ms. Bergman asked if I would start the drive behind the wheel of her Suburban, an oversized vehicle she had no reason owning and to this day I think she bought is as a power statement, but I told her that I needed to drive the truck first to see how it was going to handle on the highway; old trucks like mine have a very loose steering and I was not very confident that the truck would make the trip. So Ms. Bergman rode in her SUV. But the fact of the matter was, as she continued to lean forward painting, I could see more and more of her well-rounded breasts. "More paint?"She handed me the small empty butter container she'd been using to draw the paint from. Kneeling down on the floor I poured a bit more from the paint can into it and then looked up towards her. She was touching up one of the corners with what she had left on the brush. As she did, I then saw I could clearly see the bright red panties she was wearing.