As the day of Olivia's dreaded date with Maxwell dawned, I felt increasingly sorry for the young girl. The morning was heavily scheduled, as a team of beauticians and hairstylists descended upon my home, to completely transform Olivia. When they were done with her beauty treatments, which included a full Brazilian Wax, hair extensions, a complete set of acrylic nails, a massage with scented oils, and a temporary Henna tattoo on her ass that read "Property of Maxwell," she looked phenomenal, and I had an erection that just wouldn't quit. Olivia took one look at my throbbing cock and glanced nervously towards Madison. The history between them had been turbulent to say the least, and it was clear that the younger girl didn't want to do anything to further inflame the animosity. Despite my efforts to hide it from Madison, she is a very perceptive woman and figured out the source of my arousal immediately. "Don't worry, Pete," she said dismissively, &qu
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