I really want a cigarette but Im with my slave in the studio and I dont want to smoke inside. We leave the studio and stop in the basement of the building. I light the cigarette and my slave acts as my ashtray, obliged with a spider gag that keeps his mouth open. With every puff of a cigarette, the excitement of being discovered also rises: at any moment someone could come down to the basement and discover us. I continue to smoke and fill my slaves mouth and tongue with ash but at some point we hear a noise and run inside. Too funny!
