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 ...creens 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. He spanked my ass as he pumped me and this made my pussy so tight. That made him fuck me harder. When he could feel me about to come, he pulled out and moved me so I was against a wall. He removed the red neck tie I had been wearing and tied my wrists together behind my back. He looked into my eyes and smiled at me. He turned me around so I was facing the wall and held onto my wrists. He used my wrists to guide me onto his cock and pushed it into my pussy as far as it would go. I was so close. I’d estimated 5 miles and maybe 10 minutes before the black ... okay ... extremely dark gray storm wall hit us.Mostly, I forgot about storms and what they do to the wind. Okay ... so I was worried about other things ... the closer the storm got ... Yikes! The wind went from dead ahead to dead astern ... I was no longer steering into the wind... Flint was pushed into the storm wall. The waterspouts (tornados) were lashing back and forth like a passel of rattlers in a snake-ball and two of the. You’ll make yourself violently sick…” and Dylan’s off just talking with advice and the stories of each of the gang members. I think I fell asleep at some point, because the next time I open my eyes he’s asleep too and I feel much better. My head is clearer and the pain has receded to a low throbbing. Dylan awakes and checks on me, asking how I feel. By lunch time, my head is completely clear and I am able to get up and walk around as long as I am slow and careful. Dylan even sits with me at.