My getting busted by Belinda was not drawn out exchanges of blackmail nor a rage filled tirade. It was a quite event of my sister walking into the bat...hroom, yanking her dirty panties from my grip and pushing me down to my knees eye level with the thick hairy triangle on her pubic area. Her feminine aroma filled my nostrils and without a word Belinda pressed on the back of my head mashing my face into her damp crotch. So there I was, kneeling behind my sexy dirty sister running my tongue along. Very little got done. A half-hour later, another very short email:Sybil?She replied,Yeah, fine.Five minutes later, Stanley was knocking on her office door. "Come in," she called.He entered and sat down on a corner of her desk. "Close the door," she told him coolly.He got up, shut the door of her office."Now lock it," she said.He did so, and walked back to her desk. She was fiddling with her mouse. "Sybil, hon, this is totally optional," he said.She glared at him. She could feel her face. ”I moaned arching my back. Mr. Kain stopped and looked at me then slowly moved down pulling my pants and underwear down. He spread my legs then my pussy lip, peering in for some reason. Seeing him do that I was getting embarrassed.“Jessa your still a virgin?”He said in awed tone. I nodded hoping that wasn't a bad thing. Mr. Kain just smiled pulling my pants and underwear up and pulling my shirt down. He got back into the driver seat and looked at me.“Do you think it would be OK for you to spend. "I got out of there before she could stop me. Over the PA I heard her asking the week's NiS participants -- I refuse to think of them as victims! -- to come to the office.What the hell was I doing? I'd just put myself neck deep in shit! Plan? What plan? I didn't even have a clue, let alone a plan.Why did she listen to me? Why had she asked me to be on the committee in the first place? She should never have asked me to do this. I was making a total botch of this whole thing. What had I.