Ella Kross: două stăpâne, două scrumiere umane!

"So, we have our personal ashtrays here," Miss Kitty Bliss says as we sit on the sofa with our two slaves kneeling before us. "Ready and waiting for our ash and our smoke," she continues. We light our cigarettes and blow the smoke into our slave's open mouths. We humiliate them by ashing our cigarettes on their tongues and making them swallow it as we laugh. When my slave makes the mistake of closing his mouth I slap him across the face hard until he opens it again and then make him lick the bottom of my shoe after I use it to stomp my cigarette out. "It's so nice having personal ashtrays," Miss Kitty Bliss jokes.