Last night, Cybill Troy and Mistress Tangent forgot their ashtray slave kneeling in wait on the cold stone ground of the back alley. Not until they're ready to smoke again the next morning do they remember where they left their poor suffering ashtray.
Nothing but endlessly entertained by his excruciating night, they fill his waiting mouth with their spit, ashing their cigarettes onto his tongue, stubbing them out only to light another. He's forbidden to swallow, taking down the the entire load at once when the Mistresses are completely finished.