I am training My ashtray to be the best ash eater around. he must not speak, or make a sound. I want him silent, compliment and exacting My instructions to the letter. I look fierce in red leather pants, black halter top, leather boots and crimson lipstick. I enjoy My cigarette, teasing him with the smoke and nonchalantly flicking ash into his open hole. I savour his discomfort as I edge the ember on his skin whilst him with My fumes. he is visibly aroused, his erection stands tall even through My bitter insults. I stub the end onto the floor making sure to make a mess. he is instructed to ... Show more