One night after Sally had been fed and put to sleep, Angela decided to take a walk. She was hot and tired from the day of work and needed the exercise.
She walked around some of the outside balconies under the stars before heading back inside.
She was about to go to her room when she was stopped by Dale.
"Angela my dear, has the girl gone to sleep?" He asked her.
"Yes sir" she responded.
"Come with me, I'd like to speak with you."
She was ushered in to his chambers and was brought to a small table in the corner. Dale poured her a cup of tea and they both sat and frank for a few minutes.
"Tea's wonderful, is it not?" Dale asked her.
"Yes," she responded meakly. Dale, never a fan of her uptight nature, stood up.
"Angela, you're way too uptight." He said as she became uncomfortable. "Let me give you a shoulder massage." He started before she could even respond.
"No, that's quite alright," she said nervously.
"You sure?" He said. Suddenly he reached further down and grabbed her large breasts in his hands from behind. "I bet these must become a handful once the bra comes off. Eh?"
Angela was shocked but did nothing. "Not even the slightest reaction?" He chuckled. "I had expected you to put up a bit more of a fight." He said as he continued.
"Seems as though you know where you stand though, you are my servant and I am your master. And your job description says you must do as I say." He explained, like a supervillain out of a cartoon almost. "Let's see how far you'll go...