I've decided to ditch the plastic, and let you my slave; take the role of being my ashtray. You will kneel before me as I enjoy a cigarette on the porch, mouth wide open, tongue out, eagerly awaiting your bitter treat. Neighbors walking their pets, checking their mail gawk as they witness me dump ash, after ash from my burning cigarette down your throat; shocked that you obediently not dare retreat your collecting tongue back into your mouth. This is a privilege, I've given you a purpose, perhaps if you continue opening wide like a good boy; I won't snub out my cigarette on your tende... Show more