Finally, I lubed the butt plug and inserted it as she grunted."Does that hurt," I asked?"No, sir, but it feels full," she responded."Well, that should...keep you occupied while we shop," I told her.She looked over at me and asked, "I have to have this in me while we shop? What about in changing rooms?" If someone asks, you may tell them that I am training you to accept my cock in your ass," I instructed her.She looked back down, took a couple of deep breaths and said, "Yes, sir."I slapped her. That approach had mixed results and got us into one or two dangerous spots, so we had considered not trying again and letting Jamaica remain an erotic memory.Early in December of that year, a DVD with a Jamaican return address arrived at the house. Inside was a note from Samuel that wished us happy memories and hoped we had found "balance."We popped it in.The title was "Jamaican Memories," and opened with the standard Jamaican tourist intro: white sand beaches and happy couples.Then the scene. Anyway Mikah had a nice place to do her think now. I recycled a grocery bag to pick up her K9 mail, and then to deposit it in the large trash can provided by the city. I thought it was a good message to city hall from me.It was well after nine when I finally sat down with the Acer, my digital recorder, my little map of the episode’s flow, and a cup of coffee. Episode two began with the team heading out for a large drug bust. The very first scene was Tory leading her team, which was not the. The leftover hot towels were still very comfortably warm. I took one of the still steamy hand towels and began to wash Saki’s feet. Nao-san, always watchful, must have seen me. She brought a couple of thick, fluffy towels and set them on the bench next to Saki. They were warm but dry. Saki was watching me carefully. Her almond eyes were half closed and I could not read her expression. Her feet were small and delicate. For the first time I realized that they were very beautiful. I dried her feet.