Little did you know I wasn't picking you up from the side of the street to garden or move my furniture. There's another position I need filled and that's my human ashtray.

Do you think you can handle being that for me? Watching as I blow thick clouds of smoke into your face? Ashing my cigarette into your wet little mouth? You don't have a choice. Just look at you. You have no spine and its obvious. Why do you think I chose you? I could tell right off the bat that you would do anything I told you to.

You were born submissive and I can tell you have a hard-on fo... Show more