Glove boy what do you think of these? Italian leather running up my arms, hugging every finger. Thir smell is my hands a dream. What you wouldn't give to feel them... To feel them wrapped around your neck. A squeeze here and a gasp there, powerless and completely at my mercy. You under my spell, lost in a dream... The only question is with me being a sadist will I be able to stop or will this be your end.