Hansel and Gretel With the Sexual Hunter Read Online Free PDF

their bonds? Why
not?
    Gretel kept her face down and looked up at Wicka to
look as sexy and seductive as possible. Wicka seemed to be losing control of
her arousal. Though to be fair, so was Gretel. This woman was one of the most
sensual women she had ever seen. And those long locks of red hair looked
absolutely stunning.
    Wicka suddenly turned. “You like what you see, Hansel?”
    Hansel just nodded.
    “Has this been a fantasy of yours, Hansel? To see your
fiancée with another woman?”
    Hansel just nodded.
    Gretel couldn’t believe it. Was that why he had asked
if she had been with another woman? Because it turned him on? Not because he
was gay and needed to admit he’s been with other men?
    Gretel couldn’t believe she had completely
misunderstood his intentions. He wanted to see her with another woman. Of
course! That’s why he hired this woman. If that’s what Hansel wanted, then doing
a show for him could be fun. Sex with Wicka wouldn’t be an actual chore,
though. This woman knew how to touch Gretel in all the right spots. Wicka cupped
Gretel’s entire breast in her hand inside the bra and kissed her.
    For you, Gretel imagined speaking to Hansel. Only
for you.
    Wicka’s kiss was deliciously soft. The sensation of her
lips combined with knowing Hansel was watching heated her body. Her panties
were getting soaked. Those lips were so good.
    Wicka broke the kiss. “What about you, Gretel? What do
you like?”
    If the goal in Hansel’s game was to convince Wicka to
set them free, what were the possibilities? What was the best sexual request
she could make that would require Wicka to at least loosen their bonds?
    “I like it when he kneads my ass like cookie dough.”
    That should do it, Gretel thought. The only way to
expose Gretel’s ass would be to untie her from the chair. And the only way to
get Hansel to do some kneading would be to untie his hands.
    “Alright. Let’s be a little creative.”
    Good news, Gretel thought. Wicka was taking off the
binds on Hansel’s wrists.
    Wicka told him, “Since Gretel’s ass is busy sitting in
a chair, we’ll use mine.”
    Bad news, Gretel thought. Something was wrong about how
this was playing out.
    Wicka dragged Gretel’s chair a few feet away from Hansel’s,
but they still faced each other.
    “And to give you incentive, Hansel, the better you are
at servicing my ass, the more I’ll take care of your fiancée.”
    Gretel felt astonished. This game was going too far.
    Wicka got on her hands and knees, tucked her calves
under Hansel’s chair, and looked over her shoulder at Hansel. “Start kneading.”
    “Now hold on a second,” Gretel said. “Is this really
part of your sex fantasy, Hansel?”
    “What?” Hansel looked confused.
    Wicka laughed. She slapped a hand on Gretel’s thigh. “You
thought Hansel hired me to fulfill a sex fantasy? I suppose you’re not too far
off. I am here to fulfill sex
fantasies. It’s probably best if you just focus on that.”
    Gretel felt her heart grow cold. Hansel didn’t hire
her? She really was an assassin? Gretel’s mind raced. What were they going to
do? Wicka was going to kill them both? Was there a chance she wouldn’t? She had
said, If you cooperate with me, I’ll let
you go . Gretel wanted to believe that. Those words could be the very thread
between life and death. Gretel also remembered Hansel’s words. If we gain her trust, she might free our
limbs. Okay. That was the plan.
    Hansel looked at Gretel. He gave her a “You okay?”
look.
    Gretel nodded. Time to focus on what was about to
happen. Soon she would have lesbian sex with a hunter, while watching her fiancé
use his skills on another woman’s ass.
    Hansel placed his hands just above Wicka’s rear. He
gave Gretel another look. This one seemed to say, “Can I touch and squeeze and
fondle this woman’s gorgeous butt?”
    But that wasn’t what he was saying. He was saying that
at least now that he had his hands free, a little more and she might