Cybill Troy and I love to chainsmoke, and fortunately an ashtray bitch is always present to catch Our ashes! Wearing all latex, We smoke cigarette after cigarette, ashing into the gimp ashtray's mouth. He's to breathe in Our smoke and swallow Our ashes and spit -- it's not like he has much choice, with his mouth gagged open and arms and legs tied up. Our helpless little human ashtray has to lie there and take it, becoming Our little receptacle.