Grams opened an account with the sports book, putting a thousand dollars on account. From there we flew to Vegas and did the same thing at four sports...books. When we got home, Mom gave her notice at the restaurant where she worked. Grams had already made enough for her and Mom to live on comfortably for the rest of their lives. She added over half of her winnings to the brokerage account she and Gramps had opened together decades ago. Her stockbroker was quite pleased to see her sudden renewal. Her eyes always looked up at me. I pulled the thick dick out making a popping sound. I did this again and again before I had her face me. With my hands around the back of her head, I pulled her onto me. "Open wide, Nat" I ordered. She did as she was told. she gagged as I edged deeper down her throat. Her eyes watered when my balls hit her chin. I started fucking her face. "take that, you nasty fucking bitch" I shouted, no longer scared of getting caught. I was in the moment and nothing was. I heard people around me, I just couldn't open my eyes. My mouth was so dry. I finally was able to blink a few times and get a focus on the room. I was in recovery and they noticed I was awake. The nurse patted my arm and said everything went well. She gave me some ice and said I could have some water later. The doctor came in soon and said I had handled the surgery perfectly. He said I would be very pleased with the results and that nobody would know that I wasn't a genetic woman. I was still. “No, you didn’t,” Pete retorted, “And my name is PETE, not Petra.”“You have earned yourself some additional punishment, Petra. You did not address me as Mistress Ruth, you spoke without permission, and you refused to accept your new name. For each of these transgressions you will receive six strokes of my cane and after each stroke you will say out loud ‘my name is Petra, I must respect Mistress Ruth, I must not speak without permission.’ Failure to do as you are told will result in your.