Please get out of my bedroom,” Barbie said, in a pleadingly and begging voice while standing up. The young teen was hoping that her stepfather would...show a little compassion and not allow his friends to have sex with her.Sid walked over to his now sixteen-year-old stepdaughter. Barbie backed up until the backs of her sexy legs bumped into the bed. The young teen stood there as her stepfather reached out and ran his fingers in her beautiful long soft blonde hair. He pulled her head back and then. For a moment Rebecca flashed back to when she had asked that question. She thought of the number of times she had given her body completely to a man and then would ask that question. She might have just spent an entire evening servicing him in every sexual way possible. She might be filled with and covered with drying cum. She might be sore from relentless fucking. Her jaw and throat could be raw from deep throating his cock. But in the end it was the pleasure of her date that was important.. You know, everyone in the tribe must work. That's how we survive as the community. We'll have to find you something to do, now won't we?" "But I'm too young to work," protested Peter in his usual habit. "Really? Too young?" The Great Mother chuckled. "Our boys begin work as soon as they are able, nearly as soon as they learn to walk. Of course the work gets harder as they grow up." She finished her pineapple slice and looked at Peter. "But don't worry, young one, we'll find you something easy.". If one doesn’t work, well...” she said.“Okay, I can do that,” he said.She’d been sitting at her vanity and looking lost, or, something. He came to her.He got down on a knee and kissed her knee. “You are a very good person, Abigail. I promise I will do everything I can for the man, and for her too,” he said.“Her too?” she said. Her tone was questioning or something.“Yes?” he said. And it was a question.“Oh,” she said, getting it. “But if she sees his face, I mean if it can’t be.