Monica was in her late forties and had been with the firm for over twenty years, longer, in fact, than the office junior, Emma, had been alive and she...was as miserable as sin. Now whether she had always been like this or it was something that her, rather turbulent, life had forced upon her was open to debate, and it must be admitted that we did debate this on a Friday lunch-time down at the pub.Most of the women were of the opinion that Monica was a bitch, that she always had been and always. My plan would kick into life at night.It was about 6pm, I had just came out of the shower and Mark went in after me. As Mark was in the shower I got ready to go out. I put on my sexiest underwear set that I had. A nice black lacey set. On top of that I put on my sexy black dress that barely covered my bum and gave me a half decent cleavage. I knew this would be the dress to make Mark do whatever I wanted and I hoped that it would do just that, especially with what I was planning on springing on. "This is suicide," the men cursed to themselves. "That damned hole! Two hundred meters deep! Too far to fall, too shallow to parachute into, and one hell of a long rappel, even without somebody shooting at us!"Three men in each squad pulled sleds behind them loaded with coils of climbing rope and snow anchors. They would anchor the lines all around the rim; the coils would be hurled over and men would scramble to hook on and slide down in waves so quickly—they hoped—that enough of them would. Pete still infused with the sight of Gary's lewd performance and by the awareness of Wanda's arousal, began to unconsciously knead her hands over his sides and then over his belly, pulling the girl tighter against his hip.Wanda could feel the heat of the explorer guide and she pushed eagerly against him."Oh God, look at them go! Look at Gary suck his mom's cunt!" Pete hissed.Wanda's hands were like separate entities, moving within Pete's grasp, moving over his upper torso, then down over the.