Kneeling at the house mother's feet, the new boy is made to feel the weight of his new role. She grabs his chin, tilting his head up to meet her gaze. "You will serve us, boy," she commands, "Our every need, you will attend to." She pushes him down, forcing his face into her crotch. He can feel her heat through her skirt, smell her arousal. She grinds against him, making him taste her through the fabric before finally allowing him to pull it aside and bury his face in her wet, waiting pussy.