What can I tell you?aroslav: What's your real name?CLARICE: Shit. Okay. Emily Dotson. Alias Clarice Bortelli, Bortelli Agency.aroslav: That sounds lik... a story in itself. Why the alias?CLARICE: Foolishness of youth. I started as an actors' agent when I was in my 20s. No one wanted to talk to Emily Dotson. I did some research and two of the top agents had Italian names, so I set up an alias. It worked. I started placing my clients pretty quickly.aroslav: How did you get from actors' agent to. C'mon, let's try it, Mom. I'll go easy on you and even let you keep your panties on the first time. I've never done it before but I hear it's really kinky fun." You're being totally disgusting, Danny Dwyer! If you so much as suggest that again, you'll think last night's slap was just a love tap." Lani backed up and prepared to run when Danny suddenly rose from his chair."I suggest you don't ever think of doing that again, Mom, or I just might forget about that play spank and do it for real.". The evening had gone quickly enough. Sandra had talked easily, and I hadn’t had to listen too closely, just say a few words here and there and make encouraging sounds.Sandra clung to my arm as we strolled slowly back along the seafront. It wasn’t so late, and there was a hum of people just starting to head out to the clubs and bars. We threaded our way through the foot traffic, the only people heading back in that direction.As we reached her floor, Sandra led me hurriedly towards her door.. We build a box, that fit the dimensions of a doorway. I am halfway encased in the box. My breasts, cock and face rise above the horizon, and the rest of me is plastered in. It is as if, the front layer of me was peeled off. My arms are behind my back, in leather cuffs. My ass is exposed, for practical purposes. At the house, I am carefully wheeled into an open doorway. A little set dressing makes it look more like I am part of the wall. I am like a genie, coming through the mirror. Various.