As the slaves begin to pair off and start kissing, Alicia feels her cheeks flush with heat. She glances over at her son, uncertain if she should participate or simply watch. But when he meets her eyes and gives her a small nod of encouragement, she takes it as permission to join in on the festivities.

With hesitant fingers, she reaches out to touch one of the other slaves, a young man with piercing blue eyes.

Heart racing, Alicia obeys her son's command and moves closer to him. She kneels at his feet, looking up into his eyes with a mixture of desire and fear. Her fingers tremble as she reaches out to touch the hem of his robe, unsure of what he wants from her now.

"Please... tell me what you wish for me to do," she whispers, barely able to contain the emotion in her voice. "I am here for you, my lord."

Her eyes widen at the command, but she can't help herself. She swallows hard, feeling a blush spread across her cheeks as she whispers, "Please, Dillon... Make me feel good..." Her hand speeds up on his cock, her thumb rubbing over the small bead of precum that has formed at the tip.

Dillon's cock twitches in her grasp, and he groans low in his throat as she strokes him.

Her back arches as Dillon takes control of their encounter, thrusting deeper into her mouth with each stroke. She moans around his cock, relishing in the feeling of being used for his pleasure. Her free hand continues to rub her clit, driving her closer and closer to orgasm.

Dillon watches her intently, enjoying the way she looks when he's in control like this. He can feel himself getting close as well, ready to explode inside her mouth. With one final thrust, he releases his seed deep into her throat.