Instead of taking her hand, he slapped her face. Not hard. But a slap nonetheless.“Damn right!” he said. “What were you doing out here? Spying o... me again?”“No, Mastuh. I was checking to see if you need anything.”“Like what?”The chambermaid remained on the floor, not even pushing her dress down. It stood up so high that Steele had to move to the side to see her face.“Anything you want, Mastuh.”“And where did you just come from?”“Another room, Mastuh.”“That guest needed your services?”“Yes,. She paused a few feet away from me.“What in the hell are you up to?”I broke her gaze and looked down at my cock. It was now flaccid but still hung proudly between my legs, a few drops of cum dripping from the head. I looked once more at Jen but this time she too was staring at my penis.The awkward silence was made far worse by the moans and slurping sounds coming from my computer. I walked over to it and turned it off. It only made things worse. The pure silence was now unbearable.“Well?” asked. "Thank you," she grinned back. "So do you. Your hair's still damp." Yeah, I kind of dawdled in the shower. Here, let me take that," I reached out for the bag and she handed it to me. It was bigger than I'd expected, and seemed full."This all needs to go to the kitchen. Do you have ice? This would work best with crushed ice." I do, but we'll have to crush it in the blender." I walked toward the kitchen, looking back to make sure she was following. I set the bag on the breakfast bar and turned. Then off she ran. I was. I was hard as a rock even though I really had to go. I hurried to the Master bathroom upstairs. It took me longer than 60 seconds and when I returned she was seated on the bar stool again. My heart sunk! She must of come to her senses and changed her mind, I thought but suddenly I realized she had a deck of cards in her hand, one of several I kept on the back bar counter. “Let’s make this fun…” she said as she shuffled, “let’s play Strip Black Jack. The first time, the.