He rubbed my shoulders and back, then down my chest to my stomach. He said it looked good, then he ran his hand down the back of the pants and legs. W...en he came back up he ran up the inside of my legs. He reached my crotch and rubbed. He asked how they felt, I said they feel good. Rubbing my crotch he asked how about here, I said it felt funny. How he asked, I said when he rubbed there my dick started getting hard and it felt tight. Well, he said, let's him check the measurements again. He. In the silence, there was a low buzz that made me glance up from my newspaper, and my eye was also drawn to slight movement. The tables were turned! Pat was using the home-cam to look at me.Intriguing. What was she expecting? Or was she simply letting me know that she too could now use it? I grinned, stuck my tongue out and went back to reading my newspaper. A few minutes later I heard what I thought was Pat’s key in the front door and looked up into the eyes of a stranger.“Hello Sven, I’m Jan.. I’d learned all about what that gets you by watching my mom and dad. I don’t know if he was pussy whipped, but he was most definitely hen-pecked and under my mother’s thumb. Ninety percent of his vocabulary, at least around the house, was “Yes dear,” “Whatever you want ear” and “If that is what you want dear.”Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if there was some give and take, but there was none. It was all one way. Mom’s way.“Would it be all right if I stopped at the bar with the guys after. “We work together, Cassidy. Have you heard of sexual harassment? Do you honestly think I’d use my position to take advantage of you?”“No, but-.”“Do you want your career to be tainted with rumors that you slept your way up the ladder?” I took a deep breath. “I haven’t responded to you, because I freakin’ admire you, and your ability. Don’t turn this into something it’s not. I haven’t rejected you….I’ve respected you!”“So you are attracted to me!”“You’ve got to be k**ding me,” I said under my.