Chief and Master…

"This is S-L1T 106.9, The Lick, bringing you the latest development in the form of Breaking News.

"So far the police department has found four different women tied and gagged in Cabin Retreat. The First Responders on the scene are confident that everyone has been found. I repeat, everyone has been found. As of this report there have been no casualties, just some intravenous fluid to restore these ladies back to their full vigor. This is a small department, so the Cabin has not been fully searched yet by the First Responders. We, as Police Officers are confident that the search of Ryan Driver's nightly hold will not put him at the scene but free all who are involved. Thank you, no questions right now, thank you."

That right there is the Police Chief giving an optimistic appraisal of this developing scene at the Cabin Retreat. For more info, please log on to our home page for more on this plus how long will the sun be shining over our heads? The weather is next."

"An update Miss Greeves?" Hearing the well trampled snow crunch underneath my boot. Saying this in a rush with the triage tent closing fast.

"Sir, um, Chief Riggs, Sir. The first responders still stand by their assessment that everyone has been found. But, Sir, due to the rental agreement there are five listed." Readjusting my glasses as he took a pause by the corner of the tent.

Looking back at that hot mama. Checking out her rack in which she held out well despite the biting cold of the afternoon. Catching her gaze while she fidgeted with her spectacles. "Miss Greeves, daughter" dropping my tone. "I shall take a look through the Cabin while you are debriefing the First Responders on the scene."

Readjusting my glasses once again. Swallowing hard at his decision. "Yes, Sir" saying this with disdain over my decision to become his secretary instead of attending the academy. The one thing that Mr. Riggs, Daddy, said that was true is that this Police Department is small with only nine officers in total, that is included that primed thirty eight-year-old police chief. Clearing my throat before I answered him. "Yes Sir." Now do not get me wrong if he was not my daddy then my legs would be wrapped around his waist riding him until I screamed out, "Take me Daddy!" Yes, he is that damn hot. Anyways that will be another story of "Girls who ride their Daddy's". Clearing my throat once again right after watching how he walked away and made me cum. Yes, I know he is my father so none of this! Tugging on my Police issued skirt and blouse. Entering the triage tent to begin my job.

Listening to my footsteps. Going from the crunch of the snow to the crunch of the welcome mat. Turning around and closing the front door, gently, softly. Hearing the click of the heavy-duty latch. Checking the deadbolt, looking at the chain security lock. "Hmm" was all I had to say. Listening to the quiet, the silence that accompanies being the only one in the Cabin. "No forced entry, interesting." My observation began at the front door. Closing my eyes as I imagined what happened that brought these women to Ryan Driver's attention. Smiling when I saw the scenery outside with a small but snowed in footstep. "No help as of yet" I muttered. Turning around but noticing the shoes that are lined up in the entryway. Kneeling so I could study the footwear. Getting an idea of the kinds of jobs that were laid out in front of me. "Interesting, I count..." Rising to my feet so my investigation can go deeper into the Cabin. Standing in the great room as I count the bedrooms. "Four, four rooms" but my eyes searched the great room for more than was not uncovered. Taking note of things that did not add up. Taking note of more than what my First Responders would know. After my eyes roamed around, my body highlighted the separate places that others had missed.