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Subject: Commentary on Buttslammers #3
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Several days ago, I rented BS #3. Here is a review of sorts, with some
running commentary. I know several people have posted reviews, but some
have mentioned the Bionca/Debi Diamond/Felecia trio somewheres. My tape didn't
have it, so I thought it might be useful to mention what was included in mine.
The first scene is Felecia all by her lonely self. It was quite nice,
especially the shot from the floor upwards as she jiggles herself to a wet one.
Yup, she doesn't squirt, but it dribbles out quite gushingly. I think she
came about three times in that scene.
the second scene is about a dream of Felecia's. It includes Melanie Moore and
Alicia Rio. The sex is quite enthusiastic by all the performers. I'm a fan
of M Moore, mainly because she really puts out. I think she an be a great
sex therapist, considering the way she handled Felecia. Alicia was just a
tad underenthused.
The next scene is a scene within a scene: Bionce show Felecia a video of
Debi Diamond and Suzie Matthews. Debi is so much more into the performance that
she make Suzie look like dead wood. Suzie is not one of my favs, and this
scene shows why: good looking, but no energy.
Bionca and Felecia then get it on together. Very good scene. Lots of
energy from both gals.
the next few scenes include the other performers, Kitty Yung, Something St Clare
and some other gal (BTW, for those who don't get it yet, it's an all-girl
cast). They were rather tepid compared to the previous scenes.
Oh, there was a threesome with Debi, Suzie, and I can't recall the name or face
before the Kitty Yung scene. It included the red exercise contraption that
B7 owns. Well, again, DD out energizes everyone else, so in a sence, the scene
was not so good because it looked as though DD was faking it (I mean, how
exciting can it be for DD whenthe others are just going through the motions?)
the final scene is in B7's dungeon. It starts off with Felecia doing some
Buttslamming dance. Then several others join in for a fur-fest. Not bad,
but the first few scenes in the vid were the best by far.
Some comments: I like a gal who can spit. DD and Bionca are spitters
extraodinaire. Real baseball pros. M Moore is pretty good with the hawking of
loogey. I also like the gals who can put their ears to their knees. Most
can do it. Kitty Yung can't pump iron. It was painful to have to watch
her go through the pumping iron routine.
All in all, a great vid, especially the first three scenes. The first
masturbation scene is worth the rental, if you're into such viewing.
EDEW
169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late."