You have an addiction. I know all about it. You can't hide it. I see how you look at my short, black latex gloves. It makes it so easy to take advantage of you when you have an addiction. All I have to do is show you how good they look wrapped around my hands. I tease covering your nose and mouth with them and your mind melts. My gloves live rent-free in your head. You'll do anything for me to experience these gloves. My gloves control you, I own you. You don't even notice my gold latex dress or the way it makes my cleavage so beautiful. You watch to see if I will use my gloves for some hand over mouth fun. You're so easily trapped by your addiction.