Incriminating evidence

As I opened the top of the overnight delivery package I got a knotted feeling in the pit of my stomach... on the very top was a note that read:

Dear Slut,

Thought you might like to have some memories of your night at the fraternity... look through enjoy your trip down memory lane then be prepared to entertain a few friends Friday evening you know the address.... further instructions will come at the end of the week. Oh and if you get some heroic bright idea to not show a copy of this package will go to everyone you know... mommy and daddy will be so proud of their little whore...

Master

Master? Little whore? What the fuck? As I began to flip through the photos I began to remember in slight flash backs what happened that night. The photos were extensive... me smiling and stripping off my sweater and skirt... me with my hand in my panties... on my knees with a cock in my mouth and one in each hand... getting my pussy pounded while my arms were wrapped around the base of some guys torso as he shoved his cock in my throat... laying on the bed with two or three fingers in my cunt while my face and hair were covered in sperm... the worst part is that I’m smiling and look to be having a good time through it all....

As I finished the pile I noticed that I was soaking wet... what’s wrong with me that I’m getting off to this sort of thing? Regardless I slipped a hand into my panties and began to play with my clit while another hand pinched and rolled my tits bringing me to a fantastic orgasim like I’ve never had before. I was humiliated, scared and knew I was going to have to service these guys again and a part of me was very excited at the prospect....

Friday afternoon came and when I was done with class there was a new larger box waiting for me.....