Her boots were also custom made, reaching the knee, the tops cut at an angle; the heels raised at the back, helping to display her legs as very long a...d slender as per stilettos. Her outfit was complemented by the black leather plaited crop she carried; her sneering grin and red hair in a bun had every remotely submissive male drooling in fantasy about her. For certain males, this would become more than fantasy.Clyde had heard rumours about her dominant sexuality, which had spread like wildfire. He held his head high, muttering what could be a psalm of some sort, and as he did so Lara could see the tip of his penis coming in and out of between her tits firmly pressed together. "Oh, just great, she thought midly disgusted. If that is all they have as 'hidden treasures', I guess that trip was kind of pointless..." Much to her pleasure, she found out that though her arms were tied up in her back, her legs were free. "Ok, let's see... looks like we are alone, my man... Lara Croft is not. "Sir?" I asked still wondering what he was thinking. "I've made the plans and just hired a secretary for you. Ms. Thompson?" he looked toward the door. What stepped into his office just then astonished me. She was a beautiful brunette that looked to be the age of twenty-two, maybe younger. She walked toward us, holding her paperwork in her hands. Beneath her coat, within her blouse, pushed some breasts that must have been at least DD. My jaw dropped slowly. She smiled at me. I knew. Nothing hidden to find, which was reassuring. I pulled some magic to me as I raised a hand to my lips, cupped and blew into it as if warming it. Moisture from my breath began to condense and I let more moisture be drawn in from the room and with a small surge of my magic, chilled it as I cast it out. A circle of frost flew out like a smoke ring, up and out until it hit the edges of the room. It clung there for a moment, and as it did, I let the frost paint itself into minor runes of warding..