The Captain of the transport was a beautiful olive skinned, black haired lady, about 6 foot 2 inches tall. She was probably of Spanish descent. Her na...e was Rhonda Gonzales (ok, in the 21st Century the name would have been a dead give away, except this was the 41st century and by now your ancestry and your name usually had no correlation). She was tall yet rail thin. We talked briefly two days before the rendezvous, since she wanted to make sure the ladies understood that there was no room. Another chance gone I thought myself.anyways I dropped my wife and returned home to get ready for my office.Jyoti was preparing breakfast and I went for bath,after taking my bath I dressed myself and headed for breakfast.jyoti was waiting for me and we started breakfast,suddenly spoon fell down from table and rolled to her foot I quickly leaned down to pick it up just then Jyoti said jiju,do you watch femdom porn?My heart skipped a beat and I said what Jyoti are you mad,stop this topic.Jyoti. "Here she comes," he said. I watched with anticipation as the object of my intense desire grew closer and closer to Mark's car. Amber opened the driver's side rear door and climbed inside. "Hi!" she said, a bit winded. She obviously had left in some haste."Hi," Mark and I replied."So...." Amber started. "Do these seats lay down flat?" She asked."Yeah. Yeah," Mark responded, as he opened his door. "Let me just...." Mark continued as he exited the driver's seat and walked to the rear car door to. Roger didn’t have the best nights sleep, tossing and turning thinking about Ella’s visit, what tasks could he get her to do? Was all this a figment of his imagination? He had convinced himself that he was watching too much porn and in reality his neighbours were just a normal friendly family, he had to get a grip.The early morning sun woke him up around 7.45 and as always he opened the curtains to look out into the world, the view was stunning and the beauty of it all was nobody would see that.