After Jazz finished cleaning the kitchen, she moved on to doing a few other various chores around the house trying to keep herself busy in an attempt ...to take her mind of the clock. Jazz had just finished folding a load of laundry, when she looked up at the clock, a smile spreading across her face. Jazz went into her room, pulling a shopping bag out from under her bed. She began setting out the various bath products that she had bought especially for that night, pausing to pop the lid off one of. Minda planted a slow, wet kiss on my neck, making me shiver. “Remember when I did that to you last night?” she whispered in my ear before she licked it. “That was so hot. I can’t wait to do it again.”I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back. “I’m not stopping you,” I declared with a smile.She shook her head. “Not yet. I want to see some more of this.”I giggled. “This is really turning you on, isn’t it?”“Oh God yes,” she breathed. Her thighs tightened around mine and she ground her hip. She was staring at me with a pathetic appeal."I'm Polly - Robert's step-daughter. Are you Sarah?" I had a vague hope that there might be another girl in this place."You're late!" this waif accused and hurled herself at me sobbing. My arms went round her instinctively - she was skin and bone. I half carried her into the room. It was untidy, but not as bad as I'd expected. Bed made. Books on the table. She pushed away from and looked round the room. Her sense of pride was still working anyway.. The language is alien." Alien?"The mayor nodded again. Hearing the word on the lips of another made it seem fantastic indeed. He was not certain whether he could nod his confirmation if the question were asked again."Alien," repeated the great lord.The mayor flicked his eyes away, did not give another nod."Look," said Ramad, more patiently. "Ambassadors come to us as the voices of other nations: they are not nations themselves; they are not sovereign. This woman claims to be an ambassador?.