Greg sat frozen, speechless, as Cammy's foot pressed against his hard, aching cock. His mind raced until Harry elbowed him, signaling to not keep Cammy waiting while her hand hovered over the table.
"Ah... Yes, deal. I trust that you will do better this time," Greg finally managed to say without thinking, shaking her hand.
"Hold on a second..." Ethan interjected, turning to Cammy. "What do you mean by 'won't disappoint you again' and 'do better this time'? Do you two already know each other?"
Cammy suddenly smiled and withdrew her foot from Greg, making him even more nervous, wondering what she was about to reveal.
"I guess there's no point in hiding it anymore," she announced. "After you went home that night when you got drunk at the resort, I ran into Mr. Cross—without realizing who he was. I ended up stopping him from drinking more, and I think he wasn't too happy about it. So, my promise is that I won't disappoint him again."
