Ask to see the other photos.

"Look Ellen, I know this is embrassing, but I really think I should see what other photos you might have just to see what the situation is here."

You know in your heart it really isn't true, but you'd like to see more shots of the "new" Ellen. Back when you were in high school you could barely get her to hold hands, let alone give you a blow job.

Ellen sniffs and looks into your eyes with tear rimmed eyes. "Do you really have to? She starts to rapidly finger through the pile and quickly pulls out four more pictures, setting them face down on the bed beside her, and opposite from you.

"Yeah, maybe I can get whatever they have back, and they won't **** you anymore. You might have to quit the cheerleading squad though."

"Okay." Ellen says, and picks up the pictures and hands them over to you. Before you turn them over Ellen sighs heavily. You pause and see a tear trail down Ellen's cheek. "Now the weekend is ruined. I'm sorry."

You take her in your arms and she starts to bawl like a small child, the tears coming in a torrent. "Amy told me I shouldn't join the squad!" she sobs.

"Does anyone but you and the people who took the pictures know about this?" You ask. You're dying to see just how far Ellen went to stay a cheerleader.

"Just Amy, now you, the girls on the squad, and most of the football team, although it's only supposed to be the seniors."

You turn the pictures over. The first shows Ellen wearing only her yellow knee socks and pleated cheerleading skirt down on all fours as the same well-endowed black male mounts her from behind, while another has his cock stuffed in her mouth. Saliva, and what you assume to be jizz drip from her chin.

Setting it down beside you, you move on to the next picture. In this picture, Ellen once again appears to be dressed in only her skirt and knee socks. She's recling on the carpeted floor, with her hands resting on top of her large, round tits. An attractive, possibly hispanic and equally topless brunette leans over her, their faces close to each other. The brunette has a large stream of thick white liquid streaming from her open mouth into Ellen's. Several young men stand in the background grinning.

"That's Maria." Ellen whispers. "She joined the same time I did."

You flip over the last photgraph. You're stunned. Ellen kneels on her knees, naked. Her upturned face, and golden blonde hair, and for that matter her shoulders and breasts are covered in jizz. It drips off the end of her nose, and from her chin. Her hair looks as though there is a heavy application of white shampoo. A blonde cheerleader in the background claps her approval. But what's really stunning is that Ellen has a wide smile on her face.

You turn and look at her, speechless. Her face flushes red. "I was really drunk. It was the only way they could get me to do those things. "I understand." You say and pull her close to you. She shudders slightly, and then says she has more pictures somewhere, and she'll look for them if you really think you need to see them. Despite the fact that you're trying to comfort Ellen, you have to admit to yourself that the pictures have given you a raging hard on.

"I hope you don't think I'm a cheap slut. I'm not. I'm still the girl you knew in high school...for the most part. What should I do?"