At the end of a long day Myself and Miss Petite have a cigarette and wind down. Of course, we need somewhere to put our ash. And where better than our slaves' mouth? We need to put it to work somehow, anyway! He sits silently beneath us and takes every flick of ash we give him, as we humiliate him and take turns to blow Smoke in his face, spit at him and ultimately put our cigarettes out on his tongue.