My slave serves me as my living ashtray. I make him kneel down in front of me, blow the smoke in his face and, whenever it suits me, he has to swallow the ash. But it get´s boring from time to time and that´s when I spit in the loser's face.
My slave serves me as my living ashtray. I make him kneel down in front of me, blow the smoke in his face and, whenever it suits me, he has to swallow the ash. But it get´s boring from time to time and that´s when I spit in the loser's face.