You tell Ellen to get a camera.

You sit down on the bed beside the beautiful Cathy. She looks so peaceful and cute. Your cock is straining in your pants, remembering what fun you had out in the hallway.

"We'll take some pictures of her in compromising positions," you wickedly say to Ellen, hoping that'll she agree to your little scheme.

"I don't know about this...we could get into even more trouble," Ellen says in a doubtful tone, while looking at you with her worried, blue eyes. You walk over to Ellen, whom is still sitting on the nearby desk chair. You brush back her soft, beautiful, light-blonde hair.

"Everything will be fine...I promise," you comfort her. She gently smiles at you, it seems like she'll go ahead with the plan. ‘Well, it’s a chance with the plan or Cathy will get her into loads of trouble,’ you say to yourself.

"Would you be able to find a camera," you question Ellen, glancing into her sparkling blue eyes.

"Ummm...Yeah...All right, I'll get one now," Ellen quickly says in a more cheerful voice as she runs off nervously to get a camera.

You walk back over to Cathy's comfortable double bed. You sit on it; right beside the passed out R.A. You brush back her fallen golden hair, revealing her glowing face. You feel sort of bad for knocking her out but she was being such a bitch. 'I guess she takes this R.A. stuff seriously,' you think to yourself. You remove her blue pumps, placing them on the ground, at the edge of her bed.

Suddenly, you hear Ellen huffing and puffing back into the room, her soft breasts jiggling gracefully, as she inhales and exhales. She quietly closes Cathy's door to avoid waking the girl.

"I hope this works..." she says to you with her face painted with worry. She bites her nails and fidgets. She is really nervous and she has a right to be. You notice that she has a Polaroid camera in her hand; it’s perfect because you won’t have to develop the pictures, and you’ll have instant access.

"So what kinda pics do we take?" She innocently questions you. She is shaking a bit with fear.

"Well...there is the rumor of Cathy being a lesbian, what if we..." Ellen quickly cuts you off, with her face beet-red.

"No way!" Ellen scolds you, knowing exactly what is on your mind.

"It would work just as well if we took pics of you and her," she blurts while penetrating you with her soft blue eyes.

What kind of pics do you take?