<div align="center">Andrew with India who is playing with her food</div><br/>Andrew couldn't believe his eyes. The beautiful India appeared to be felliating that bread stick. He felt sure the table was rising from the floor as the eyes of the diners gazed on her playfulness. He had his own wicked thoughts flow through his mind. He saw her tied and bound in leather straps, she was in black lace bra and panties. She was on her knees and the face full of erotic pain and pleasure as she did the best work on his manhood. He could not ever see that becoming a reality. She would be a more the take charge type. Her comments on the riding crop intimated that. Yet he had met women before, the power control types in work life, who liked to be sub in secret. India didn't appear to be that, but one should not judge a book by it's cover.<br/><br/>"You are enjoying that bread India. I think the starch is good for you and it has put starch in more than collars here.: He laughed.<br/><br/>He raised his leg and ran it up her leg again. He also felt something or someone else touching him.<br/><br/>"I don't think the air conditioning is working in here. It's getting a little warm." Andrew joked.<br/><br/>He gulped down the glass of water and was thankful his meal had arrived. He was wanting something to keep his hands busy.<br/><br/>There was a lot of shop talk and it was helpful as Andrew didn't know all the ins and outs of the place. But he was sure getting an education now.