She'd never felt such agony in her throat, before. This was worse than being shot in the belly, and it had taken a long time to learn how to turn that... into sexual stimulation. It was impossible to turn this tearing, torturous heaving in her throat into anything remotely sexual.She bit down again, trying to force Jake to back off. Jake pulled her closer, forcing himself deeper toward her stomach, and then it happened. Energy flared in her chest and flooded down her torso. With a long, tortured. Another whole day had gone by since the announcement of their journey back through the wormhole, all of N.A.S.A. personnel watching intently at their screens as the suspense grew heavy on their shoulders. Finally, the giant gaping blackhole spat back out the charred and beaten up spaceship…The Valkyrie. The head of Mission Control being the first to establish radio connection with the ship."Testing....Testing...This is Head of Mission Control, come in Valkyrie...." He spoke with a great sense. Some girls did and got cheers from the rockers, and some girls didn’t and got booed. After a few drinks Jan wanted to go to the toilet, and I thought she’d tell them to bugger off, but instead she paused at the top of the stairs, eased her white jeans off her shapely bum, then wiggled her arse a few times in a twerking movement to make sure the bikers got a really good look and even a suggestion of her tight snatch!Of course she got the biggest cheer of the night. She was 23 at the time and the. Marianne picked up a phone, dialed a three-digit number and said, "Jody, was Reverend Billingsly's daughter's age verified when she arrived?" she asked. There was a short pause, and then she said, "Thank you, that's all I need to know for now," and hung up.Turning back to me she explained, "We require proof of age of all guests who even look as though they might be under age, but she showed proof that she's nineteen. If not, I'd have had to call security and put a stop to this, but as it.