I walked in on my sisters orgy

My sister is much more of a sex maniac that I am. Most of my friends sort of expect me to be some sort of sex maniac just because I work for charlotte action escorts, but that is not true at all. I do enjoy sex, but I don’t always think about it all of the time. That is something that I reserve for my sister who does not work for charlotte action escorts. As a matter of fact, you would not even suspect that my sister is a sex maniac.

I know that my sister organises orgy style parties, but there is a lot more to her than that. She is also a passionate collector of erotic art, and some of the art that you can see hanging on my walls here at charlotte action escorts, is from her collection. On top of that, she also collects antique lingerie. It is something that I am really passionate about, and I am lucky if I get to borrow some when I date for London escorts.

It is not that I am against sex parties or orgies, but they are not my cup of tea. I prefer a bit of one to one personal attention and that is really what gets me going. My sister is ready for anything and can even manage to shock some of my colleagues here at charlotte action escorts. That should tell you everything that you need to know. It is rather hard to surprise or shock a girl who works for London escorts.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, my sister is not the most domestic creature. Every so often when I have some time to spare from London escorts, I like to pop around to her place to help out. I may do some house cleaning or even cook a couple of meals for her. This Sunday in particular, I was not on duty for London escorts and decided to call around to my sisters place to cook a roast chicken dinner. I have my own key, so I let myself in. As soon as I came in through the door, I knew that something was up.

The music was pumping in my sister’s living room and I could hear various strange noises. I looked at my watch and it said 12 o’clock. Surely, my sister was not having a sex party on a Sunday! It was kind of hard to know what to do, but I opened the door to my sister’s living room, and sure enough she was in the full of swing of things and did not even notice to me. So, I put the chicken and the roast potatoes in the oven, and wrote a little note. It said: “ I can see that you started with dessert”. Then I left my sister’s place without her knowing that I had even been there. Walking home, I thought about my sister and her friends. I suppose that we all have our own idea how we should spend Sunday afternoon. Some of us read the papers, others may just enjoy an orgy.