At the end of the day, I put my feet up and have a quiet smoke. My slave was supposed to serve as a footstool, but unfortunately, he fidgets incessantly, making it uncomfortable. But he gets to feel my cigarillo. The smoke is blown directly into his stupid face, and the embers sometimes get very close to his nipples, balls, and cock. The ash lands all over his ugly body, and he has to eat the rest. But the cigarette is put out in his belly button.