Not really at my feet, but in my direction sort of, as if the falling phone had decided that it's best chance of survival lay in being close to me. My...immediate impulse is to help pick up the pieces, but she stops right there, bends over and picks up the pieces. About that time I'm wondering about how it is that I didn't RUSH to help, as that is sort of my bent, but I just sort of shrug it off as, well, it's not like there was immediate danger or anything. This was a cell phone, not a hand. We stop just before the main door and Mistress turns back to look at me."Now you gonna be okay going out like that?" She grins. "Or do I need toput a collar and leash on you?" I.. I'm fine thank you." I manage swallowing, realising there's alwaysanother notch she can crank up the embarrassment."Shame," she says and heads off down the steps, and I follow, aware thata lot of eyes are on me... shit my skin must be scarlet...Mistress gets onto the bike and offers me her hand to help me get onbehind. It played a recorded message said that the family were overjoyed to announce that Emma had been returned to them, but the number would be taken down at mid-day because of the number of trolls that had left abusive messages on it. The website was taken down later that day for the same reason. There was a photo of her, looking chubbier in the face with a bobbed haircut, just as gorgeous as I’d seen her the last time, as far as I was concerned, but my last link to Emma was cut off. After a few. She managed a squirming protest, and hence got the inevitable response of an extra squeeze tightening them even further. This slightly defiant act also had the effect of rapidly raising the erotic nature of her arrest, as in further response, one of the offices grabbed her by the back of the neck, forcing her head submissively forward. Parodying, thought Melinda, of the measures taken by a tomcat when submissively subduing a queen cat, as it positioned it for a good bonking. .