Come here boy and sit at my feet. Don't you love looking up at me as I enjoy a smoke before going to play with others? No, of course you can't tag along silly! But you may watch me smoke.... I have you leashed to a chair in front of me, and I light my Djarum black cigarettes right in front of your face, taking deep breaths before blowing them lazily back in your face. My movements are slow and exaggerated...I know how hard watching me smoke makes you and it makes me not only amused but curious. I flick a few of my ashes in your lap, before blowing more smoke in the air. Does the burn of ash... Show more