Sandra with a client

Sandra Lenore is the first wife of Mama and is the lawyer for the Luv family. She first met Mama when the McVan family sued her and her family for the custody of her unborn child, claiming that the child was the product of the rape that the McVan twins did to Mama using fake cocks and "baby batter" after the last Royal Match where Mama successfully defended her title from her. This is a recording from one of those private sessions that Sandra had with Mama from security cameras she had in her office.

Footage shows Sandra at her desk when the a knock on the door is heard.

She gets up and opens the door to find a very pregnant Mama wiping tears from her eyes.

"Karen... I mean Mrs. Luv. Come in! Come in!" Sandra says escorting Mama over to her desk.

"Where's your husband, Harold?"

"He's back with Casey. I wanted to talk to you in private."

"Here have a seat in my chair, it's a lot more comfortable."

Mama sits and leans back with her swollen belly clearly visible under her shirt.

"So..." Sandra asks leaning on the edge of her desk, "What seems to be the issue?"

"You know I have a ultrasound tomorrow?"

"Hmm, hmm, yes I know but I don't see what that has to do with our case."

"I'm just scared if they show that the baby is a girl then they will take her away from me."

"Ms. Luv..."

"Karen." Mama interrupts.

"You called me me that a little bit." Mama sniffles, "I like that."

Sandra clears her throat, "Karen, I will admit that this is all new to me, sex wrestling, using so called "baby batter" to impregnate woman without needing men. I'm, as you know, usually defend clients who are a little less clean then you are. Through of course, I will admit all this does have a attractive appeal to it." Sandra clears her throat, "I'm not worried. I'm sure that once we can get a DNA sample from your husband and your baby it will confirm that Mr. Luv is the rightful father and shows that this whole lawsuit is absolutely ridiculous."

"You don't understand." Mama blows her nose, "Even if we prove the baby is Harold's the McVans are going to take it if they see its a girl. Right now they are doing it through the courts, but if they cannot do that, they will kidnap her and take her far away where I can't find her. This is all about replacing Krimson. Megan McVan wants to replace that monster somehow with one of my own because I was the one who put Krimson in a coma for several years."

Mama starts to cry louder as she press her face into her handkerchief, "Please, Ms. Lenore. We know about your reputation with working with mobsters."

"Alleged mobsters." Sandra replies,

"And we know you will do anything to get your clients off, sort of murdering people, I need your help to make sure that no one takes my daughter away from me. There's a secret that only a few people, including Harold knows about, and all this... is just bringing back bad memories of it."

Sandra leans in to console Mama, "Ssh, ssh, Karen. It will be alright. I don't know what you are talking about with this secret and I probably need you to disclose it with me so it doesn't bite us in the ass later on, but I will use all my power in my possession so that those McVans won't get your baby. Besides, who doesn't say that it's not a boy?"

Karen chuckles "I have a history with having girls."

"One girl doesn't make it a history." Sandra says as she opens a draw and pulls out some tissues for her client.

Before Sandra could close the drawer, Karen stops her and looks inside, "What's this?"

She pulls out a Hitachi wand and some nipple clamps.

"Yes... um.." Sandra chuckles, "Like I said, looking at the history of your sport has got me a little intrigued, especially seeing how you handle four women at once, including your own half-sister was impressive. Also with dealing with my other clients, I need to blow off some steam."

"Hmm... well I think I know someway to calm me down and it isn't tissues. What do you say Ms. Lenore? Do you want to help calm a hysterical mother?"

"I wouldn't mind that." Sandra says slowly undressing, "But please call me Sandra."