Aurelia sat before her make up table and used the make-up set to apply light bruises on her skin and made herself look pale.

She won't let any maid invade her privacy by offering to help her bathe till she's done with this.

She smiled as she applied the finishing touches and washed her hands clean.

She dried it up and limped downstairs for her breakfast.

It was not hard faking a limp after the way Reagan had handled her pussy and scattered her waist throughout the previous day.

She took her phone and some money along and hid her laptop and credit card, locking it securely.

She brought out...