Miss Kasha and I have turned our slave into a human ashtray. We light our cigarettes for relaxation, and the slave extends his tongue for us to extinguish our ashes. We spit on his tongue, and he swallows it all. The slave even heats himself up with a lighter for our amusement. This poor soul must continuously stick out his tongue, allowing us to use him as our personal ashtray. And you could be next to serve as our human ashtray!