Kneeling on the hard floor, mouth ready and waiting to suck up all the ash from My hot cigarette. Sitting in one of My favourite chairs, leather dress and leather heels. The smoke danced from My lips and into his mouth. The hot embers, falling to his tongue, the burning is inevitable. My slaves mouth is just an ashtray, ready for ash at all times.

Kneeling on the hard floor, mouth ready and waiting to suck up all the ash from My hot cigarette. Sitting in one of My favourite chairs, leather dress and leather heels. The smoke danced from My lips and into his mouth. The hot embers, falling to his tongue, the burning is inevitable. My slaves mouth is just an ashtray, ready for ash at all times.