You are filled with terror, what have you done?

The magnitude of this decision washes over you like a falling sensation.

Alex : "Wait, no Cerve, cancel that email"

Her concerned look didn't seem to contain that much concern under the surface.

Cerve : "I'm sorry honey, it's too late..."

Her words hung in the air in finality. You were already coming to terms with what you'd done. Sammy's refusal to tell you what came next definitely heightened your anticipation, but maybe that wasn't fair, maybe the next steps would be mundane. They had your acceptance, they controlled your cock, what more could they demand?

As if in answer to that question the ping of a newly received email sounded ominously throughout the house, echoing from wall to wall and dissipating into silence.

Cerve : "That's their response, would you like to read it?"