Everywhere they went, she always drew the attention of the men passing by.However, routine, busy life schedules, work, and raising teens had taken the...r toll on Andrea and Joe's relationship. They had grown apart in their wants and desires. They no longer talked to each other on an intimate level, and when they made love, it was "in, out, done, go to bed!"Joe had about all he could take and sat Andrea down three days ago and told her of his feelings. He assured her, he did not want a divorce,. She was so far out of his league, he thought, that she was in another solar system. Now it was his turn to send his photo. He warned her that he was older, and not in very good shape. She didn’t seem to care. “Send it.” She pleaded. “I wanna see what you look like.” He selected the picture that he was going to send. It was recent, and he was pretty dressed up as the picture was taken at work. He closed his eyes, and with a shaky, sweaty hand, clicked the mouse. The next few seconds were. “Do you want to fuck my butt, Jeffrey?” she asked, causing me to back off a little.“No,” I may have said too quickly, so to recover I added, “First time will be the front door, OK Di?”She giggled and turned to me to say, “Whatever you want and whenever you want it, Jeffy!”“Nobody but you has called me that in like, forever,” I admitted.We got up, changed into comfortable clothes and we were on the way to Logan Park Cemetery.Two hours spent there was a waste of time, so we traveled to Calvary. What that meant is, other than being the heir to the company, I also do some? secret things, things that involves girls.Surprising or not, inside my mansion, well, under the mansion if a large dungeon that my father built to keep his slaves, and now that he’s old, it was mine. It is really something that plagues nightmares.The dungeon is 12100 meters squared in area, extending far beyond the mansion itself, but ending somewhere in the large garden of the house.In there are 80 cells, a hundred.