Her bare legs took long strides for a woman; her flowery skirt fluttered more from her stride than from any breeze, even though she was only one block... removed from the Cape Fear River. Mentally she cursed the humidity, and for the hundredth time that afternoon she was forced to swipe at her dirty blonde hair as it fell in front of her eyes. She stopped to look in a storefront window. The articles within did not interest her. It was a used bookstore, and she was merely using the window to study. The few thousand resident humans occupied the repair base, the spaceport, and lived side by side with the locals in the nearby town. There was no reason to explore further. Tripletit apparently had no minerals or products in demand elsewhere.The locals on Tripletit are unusual. The adults are all apparently large females and have three breasts, hence the planet’s name. The sex available to visitors is apparently mind-blowing and cheap. There are some perils expressed on the cards given to all. She moaned and kept trying impossibly to lower her cunt on Ryan's face. Amanda desperately wanted to cum and a tongue was one way that could happen for her. But as was the case all evening so far, the pleasure was short lived as the mystery tongue left her. Thankfully for her, the toy was not put back in and she was able to calm herself down slightly while she waited the next tease. She wanted to speak, beg to be pleased, but she knew from her past with Craig that disobedience was. She again awoke to pain. Master was standing between her legs, whipping her pussy. He had a hard look on his face. He noticed her eyes open. “You (slap) will never (slap) disobey (slap) me again (slap). Next time (slap) I will not (slap) let it (slap) be (slap) so easy (slap) for you.” He kept slapping her cunt until she thought that she was going to pass out with the pain. She could feel her clit swelling so that each lash hit it squarely. She was crying now and wordlessly begging him.