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Subject: Review: Sodomania 11
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Sodomania 11: In Your Face
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Elegant Angel. Director: Patrick Collins
Sodomania 11 has 6 sexual "vignettes" starring a mostly-European
cast. I didn't notice any enhanced breasts on the women. Each segment
has a title and lists the cast up front(which is nice for identifying
the women).
Scene one has a voyeur setup with Roscoe Bowltree(Collins) and a
dark-haired Hungarian woman(Georgina). A nice scene with varied positions.
The woman is rather quiet but responsive. Ends with woman avoiding
the facial.
Scene two(nail salon setup) is a girl-girl between two mildly attractive
women(Monika and Jaqueline). Some rimming and fingering. No toys. So-so.
I'm not a big g/g fan unless you have a Debi Diamond-type dynamo in it
or some raunch.
Scene three is a B-G-G. Two women(Jaqueline and Tina) have neglected to pay
their hotel bill so the manager(?) gets paid in pink. The guy with the
van dyke is Christoph Clark(also in Sodomania 10), a foreign dude with
attitude and a long skinny uncut member. He also has a Max-type patter with
the women which you may or may not like. Lots of positions, toe-sucking
(one woman refuses the guy's toes) and a very nice anal insertion shot. Good
scene.
Scene four is another G/G with an attractive brunette(Jen Teal-nice breasts)
and a dykey-looking woman(Melissa Monet). Both are American. The setup is a
job interview. Turns out that the unattractive(to me) dykey boss woman
is really a dyke who is no stranger to licking pussy. She takes control
of the action which ends with her having a real O while clam-slamming
Jen Teal. This scene(to my surprise) generated some real heat because
the dyke was really into it, not just two porn starlettes going through the
motions. Good scene.
Scene five is a B/B/G/G. The setup is a photo shoot where the women
(Olga and Andrea?) are taking pictures of two blindfolded guys(Zoltan
and Attila). The photographer is a punky-looking(close-cropped white hair)
euro-chick with a spoonful of nasty mixed in. The other woman has dyed red
hair and a girlish face. We finally get some cowgirl action(forward and
reverse) and some straight anal. Two facial finishes. A good scene but it
could have been better with a little more raunchiness, especially from
the punky woman. She had a high sleeze factor(which I like) but
just didn't get nasty enough.
Christoph is back in scene six(B/G/G) as a husband who does the maid
(Ildiko) with his wife(Jaqueline again) then finishes with his wife.
The maid had a nice body but unattractive face. The infamous feather
duster appears but is not used. More anal here(another fine insertion shot)
and...
Reverse Anal Cowgirl! More toe-sucking, pussy spanking and the guy
gets his tail pipe rimmed. An ass to mouth facial finishes this nice scene.
Rating: I'll use the AVN scale and give this 3 1/2 stars(extra half star
for the fine RAC). I felt that heat was lacking in a number of the
couplings. Part of this may have to do with the language barrier. I
like to hear a little nasty patter from the ladies, even if it's in
a foreign language. While we see some new faces, they were not as
attractive as you might find in a Private magazine feature(with the
exception of Jen Teal who I will be keeping an eye out for).
Perhaps I just enjoy seeing the women have more control in a scene.
Maybe have the women turn the tables on Christof and show his rude ass
a little discipline.
The editing was fast-paced, never lingering on one position for too long
before moving on. Fans of the series should enjoy this but first-timers
may want to start with an earlier release.
vince
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."