Under orders to keep posture, I shivers with a mix of raw arousal and cigarette ash disgust.
I was used as a ashtray , tied-up submissive as human furniture and an ashtray.
My mistress dressed black midi dress, pantyhose, patent heels, glasses, and gloves.
She smoke, blow thick smoke straight into my face, and flick the cigarette so the ash mixed with my saliva drips down.
She deny her the bathroom—one choose is use the floor—while she continue crossing and uncrossing her legs, brushing her shoes against my naked pussy.
