We've just got in from a fantastic night out with our pet boys, but Madame Cruella and I aren't quite ready to retire to bed yet. We still have a little fun left in us. Relaxing on the sofa, we have our boys lain beneath us, mouths open, ready to be used as an ashtray and a spitbucket. I dash the embers and ash of my 120s cigarette into the mouth of a hungry slave whilst Cruella casts her spit into the mouth hole of hers! Lucky things.