Look at you, kneeling before Me, your mouth already wide open, ready to take My dirty, disgusting ash from this cigarette which touches My lips. I put a butterfly gag on you to keep your lips parted, your tongue sticking out, there is no escaping the hot, sizzling ash. As the smoke leaves My lips and engulfs your face, I smile, it amuses Me. you are here for one thing and that is to be My smoke boy....