I want Karen to keep me on a leash like a pet. I want her to ignore me while I wait on her hand and foot. I'd do anything to please her, all in the vain hopes of her showing me the appreciation that I so desperately desire. After she's hot, sweaty, and tired from one of her performances, I want her to use my face as her own personal seat. I want to feel her sweaty and damp butthole pushed against my nose. I want to indulge in the naughty, musky scent while the skin of her anus clings to me. A scent that would be strong and pungent, but underneath the unmistakable aroma of ass, there would be the presence of pheromones and fresh laundry. A complicated and intoxicating smell. What I wouldn't give to struggle for air while her pale, plump cheeks squish against my face with the full weight of her body. The same cheeks that embarrass her; her ass bigger than her peers'. Often does she struggle to squeeze into tight dresses. Her skimpy stage costumes do little to hide it. Even ill-fitting clothes often can't conceal her outrageous ass. Of course, that's not to say her ass is nothing but fat. Those daily idle activities have given her backside a nice firmness underneath. Yet she knows full well that boys and men of all ages use her fat, teenage rump as masturbation material. Lucky boys and girls close to the stage get upskirts of her large bottom eating her underwear. How many of them do you think go home that night with a funny feeling in their pants? How many little boys has Karen sexually awoken?