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From: [email protected] (Brad Williams )
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Subject: Review: "Wicked at Heart" (new Chasey Lain)
Date: 10 Jul 1995 04:40:04 GMT
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When the hell is "Devil in Ms. Jones 5" going to grace me?
Wicked at Heart. Dir/Writer/Editor. Paul Norman. Wicked Pictures.
Chasey Lain, PJ Sparxx, Tera Heart, Micky Lynn, Jill Kelley, Sindee
Cox, Jay Ashley, Tom Byron, Steve Drake, Nick East.1995. Shot-on-video.
Approx. 70minutes.
There are a series of "fantasies" told to Lain by Drake. She listens
while lying under some covers on a black bed and using a long massager
rather uninterestingly.
First fantasy is Lain and Nick East in a shoe store. He rubs her feet
and takes her shoes to the back to ensure the "perfect fit." East licks
rubs, and then fucks her shoes. Lain gets bored waiting(me too!), and
heads to the back to give East some of the real thing. Condom used
throughout. Lain unveils her *NEW* breast job(not to be confused with
her old implants of 94), and they are certainly quite large and quite
fake-looking. Nice mutiliation again,Chasey:(. They are big enough that
she can lick her own nipples easily, and that seems to be the focus of
this scene, there isn't any heat generated by East or Lain. East cums
on her shoe at the end. Maybe this scene is hot if you have a
foot-fetish or don't think that East is a loser and that Lain's
lethargic approach to sex is hot.
Next fanatsy is Drake getting a BJ from a now redheaded(instaed of
bleach-blonde) Micky Lynn. Decent, but ho-hum. A much-better
missionary-anal followed by some anal-spooning liven-up the action.
Good camerawork here, and really throughout the whole vid. Technically,
this is well-done. Soundtrack is actually decent,too.
Ridiculous oil-lez scene with Lain,Cox, and I guess "Jill Kelley"
follows. Their on a bed covered with a plastic spread, and for good
reason. Must be 50gallons of lube dumped all over them, and they
generously re-apply throughout. So glistening, and so boring. A
throwaway lez-scene if there ever was one. No heat here, just grease.
Things definitely pick-up when PJ Sparxx takes an ENEMA from a
squirting nozzle, administerd by Jay Ashley. We never see the
"expulsion" of course, but the enema part is very explicitly shown. I'm
not at all interested in such, but it does make for intersting viewing,
especially considering the lackluster first half.He keeps telling her
to "keep that water in your ass" throughout their
missionary,doggie,spooning, and good BJ scenes. Sparxx certainly
conveys more enthusiasm than Lane for sex(as always). Condoms used
throughout by Ashley until a belly-blast. Strange scene, but hot. About
time!
We wrap-up this vid with a 3way fantasy featuring Lain, Heart, and the
grungiest-looking Tom Byron ever. Byron knows how to fuck,though, and
takes some mean anal-fingering from Heart before butt-slamming her
missionary and doggie. He doinks Lain with a condom, but not Heart. The
women lie on their backs waiting for a blast, and they get a monster
load from Byron on both of them, he obviously enjoyed this scene. Not
bad at all, except Lain has little interest in even faking it
convincingly.The new Savannah of porn, Chasey Lain.
This video just doesn't cut it because 5 scenes is a rip-off, Lain is
uninterested as usual, and the supporting cast of females with the
exception of Sparxx is really second-rate, mainly in terms of
enthusiasm. A lowly 2.0 on the Imperator scale, with a deduction for
just 5 scenes and further deductions for a bad g/g scene and Lain's
ugly boob-job. Save your money for something good.
Brad
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."