I'm here to be your attorney.

"Welcome, Mr Pratt. I am Lisa Saunders, an attorney that will defend you."

"Attorney." He says in a deep guttural voice. "Attorney from office?"

You pause - his voice made you shiver, for all the wrong reasons.

"No - I was hired to defend you."

"Hired? There is no one who would hire a professional attorney for me." A glint showed in his eyes. He looked at you in a new understanding, as he slowly started speaking.

"As I **** a slutty MILF, she did say something about the experience being worth the money she paid for me. It made me quite surprised - and curious, did the bitch sought me specifically?" With a small smile, recalling fond memories he continued. "I tortured her for answers - the slut was enjoying it more than I did." He laughed. "Finally she did say that she was a member of a female secret society, whose members sought **** hedonistic pleasures - even at the risk of ****." He paused. "Unfortunately, I haven't managed to get more information from her, as the police patrol was searching the area. Damn, the way her pussy squeezed my dick when I was drowning her in the toilet bowl was the best - a pity she didn't last long." He said with a cruel smile.

You shivered as he looked at you - no doubt imaging you in place of the poor slut he has dispatched. A drop of sweat started flowing down your temple.

"You wouldn't know anything about that society?" He asked.