The geek who 'helped' her with her camera

A chiming sounds barely dents the haze of pleasure as within a minute of your video feed being sent out one of your 'friends' enters the video chatroom.

"Holy shit! When you said you'd make it up to me you weren't kidding. Jenny? You hear me? Guess not. Too into it, huh?" your 'friend' asks as you cry out in orgasm, your pelvis pumping upward like there's a man there who can shove more of his dick into you.

"Hot damn," says a geeky looking guy your age. If your mind wasn't so busy losing a battle with pleasure it would recognize the somewhat weaselly face of the geek you'd brought your camera to after the laundromat incident. What you never knew was that he'd swiped your camera's 10 gig card with a new one, spending the time since then to jerk off to a couple dozen sex videos of you and your ex-boyfriend.

"Say, you want me to come over? I could help you with that," he offers, and although you're not gagged all you can do is moan, still not realizing that he's there.

"If you want me to come over tell me, I looked up your address. I, uh, I thought of calling you again. You know, see if you needed help with anything..." he pauses, clearly hoping for a response.

"Jenny? Man, you're really having fun there. Want me to come over?"

Finally hearing him you jerk upwad, wincing as it jerked the cuffs around your wrists. "Oh my God, who are you?" you blurt, biting back a moan and trying hard not to cum again. While you manage to hang on by your fingernails your body still bucks and wriggles, **** to get away or achieve release.

Face hardening as he realizes you have no idea who he even is the guy on the line bites out, "Fine, I guess you don't want me to come over."

Seeing his hand reaching toward his computer as the orgasm slams toward you this may be your last chance to be freed before your fellow tenants find you.