”Martha suddenly saw how wrong she had been again and how it needed a teenager to show her. She felt so much more respect for Officer Larson now, al...hough knew she would be paying for her own stupidity, in addition to the caning, as she saw the spatula in Officer Larson’s hand.Martha was right as Officer Larson demanded, “Hold both your hands out, palm up,” as she picked up the spatula.Martha knew that Officer Larson was right to punish her and was weepy eyed as she held out both palms and saw. Everything was paved over and there was a slight smell of exhaust fumes. When she’d said ‘State Park’, I’d expected something more like a forest. What I found reminded me of our park at home, except this one had large metal art scattered throughout it. There was also a zoo and outdoor stage for concerts.I wasn’t alone in the park; there were other people out running. They looked like they were all older, and I would guess they were professionals. I had to laugh when I saw one guy running with. I rang her door bell right at five-thirty and when she opened the door she took my breath away. She was heart stoppingly beautiful. She looked elegant but sexy in a black cocktail dress, black heels and a single strand of pearls around her neck."Stop drooling sugar; it will drip down and ruin tour necktie."All eyes were on us (on her actually) from the moment we walked in the door. I found my brother, introduced him to Krisha and watched him drool for a minute before taking Krisha and working. I used to always steal glances at her boobs which she always had difficulty in hiding with her small blouses. The sight of cleavage over the transparent saree used to drive me crazy.Whenever she used to bend a little, her melons would lose control trying to get free from such a tight fabric of the blouse. That was the sight I always relished. I made a point always to stand on a stool/chair/bed where I could get a better view of the cleavage while speaking to her and then would go to bathroom to.