They’d included pictures of her in her habit as a novice and a picture of Gabriel onstage with fire spewing to either side of him right hand throwin... up the horns sign. Very dramatic. Unable to resist, she clicked on the picture responsible for ending their honeymoon prematurely. He’d sat her atop the dresser and had pressed his naked length between her thighs. Her face was a mixture of shock and arousal, much to her chagrin. She looked nothing like the Abigail she’d been before, hair always. I slide down to the floor and leaned forward till my lips were on hers. In a frenzy of taking each others clothes off we kissed with lust. Her hands inside my shirt, buttons clattered to the floor, her other hand sneaking up my skirt to find my dripping pussy. She kissed my neck, and I moaned, I felt her lips touch my fevered skin, my neck on fire, my breast sore from groping. I came on her fingers and she pushed me gently backwards onto the glass coffee table, my bare ass on the smooth. I felt her bare shoulder and arm under mine and started, despite myself, to get hard. She was wearing a sleeveless top, one that showed off her perfect shoulders and toned arms. Her pants were really short and hid little of her trim legs. I took in all of this, closed my eyes, breathed deeply and hugged her closer to me. She responded to this and put her right palm against my chest and adjusted herself so that her knees were touching my thighs. I put my left arm around her waist and pulled her. ? Ramona was a mean one.I tried not to let my lip tremble.?So what’s Miss Rich Bitch doing now? You want to write me up now?? Ramona yanked the other nipple clamp off my right breast and I burst into silent tears. Ramona slapped my jaw lightly. ?You know, I didn’t get a raise this year, my third in this shitty job. This means I still got to take food stamps, you rich bitch.?I stood there, looking ridiculous, naked except for the stockings and assorted binder clips. As Ramona was lambasting me,.