Bill generated a new sentence, deciding to continue messing with his terrible lawyer. He grinned at the one that resulted.
It read “The 7-year-old lawyer needs someone to change him.” Bill replaced “change” with “breastfeed”, eager to see a child breastfeeding. To his surprise, his lawyer left the woman he had gone to and came over to Bill.
“I believe you owe me my fee,” the lawyer said.
“I’ll pay you the money-” Bill started. The lawyer frowned at him.
“I don’t accept payment in the form of money. We arranged this ahead of time. Take off your blouse and feed me!” Bill looked down. To his surprise, his polo had been replaced with a blouse that barely contained two enormous breasts. Bill let out a soft groan as they began to ache. “You need to feed me just as much as I need to be fed.”
With no other choice, Bill walked over to a chair, sat down, and took off his blouse, revealing that he wasn’t wearing a bra. His lawyer sat on his lap and grabbed one of his breasts, then began to roughly suckle. The sensation was much more enjoyable than Bill had expected. He didn’t mind it. Actually, he rather enjoyed it.
While his lawyer breastfed, Bill generated a new sentence on his phone.
It read “The middle-aged man provides breastmilk for payment.”