They itched and he wished he could take the damn gloves off, but he dared not. Even he couldn’t stand the sight of his bare hands. They no sooner se...med to heal, then the skin would flake off again, and they would swell so badly, he could barely move the fingers that worked.Not many knew that he had already completely lost his two smallest fingers and the ring fingers back to the first knuckle. The gloves were designed to leave those fingers curled in and were stuffed, so it looked like he. I did a better job on the flooring in the main house later on. The women did a bang-up job of making the walls out of wattle and daub, as I described above. By late summer, probably approaching mid-August, we were pretty set for winter.This brings me to something I've been avoiding writing down for a while, because you're not likely to believe it when you read it. But, anyway ... here goes. One of my smaller projects over the spring and summer had been to build and take measurements from a. "We exchanged smiles before the elevator doors closed. I caught myselfblushing before I turned around and headed for unit 636. When I reachedthe apartment, I wasn't sure whether to ring the door or not. I rang thedoorbell a couple of times, and when I got no response I looked in mypurse. To my slight surprise I found a key that opened the door.The apartment was furnished in modern furniture, a good part of which Irecognized from Ikea. The apartment was a nice two bedroom place with anice open. I told him she wont say anything, she knows you dont have a choice and since you pay all the bills she has no room to talk he told me. ok Brent I agreed but can I ask something I guess he said as he got up. can I take the dildo out when I get home? I quietly asked nope, it stays in and at bed you put the other 2 back in. Understand? Brent asked in reply I understand I sadly said I got up and started getting read for work. Before I could get dressed Brent grabbed the dildo and started fucking me.