From [email protected] Tue Apr 4 11:53:24 EDT 1995
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Subject: Ms. Chong's massive gang bang; a review reprise.
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I rented this movie on April 1 based on my interest in gbs (I arrange them)
and the talk in this discussion group. The movie had various technical and
creative problems that make watching it a chore rather than the hot
experience you would want in such a movie.
The movie appears to be recorded at a less quality, slower speed to fit it
all on one tape. While it's good that one does not have to waste money
buying or renting two tapes, it's just not worth the decrease in quality.
The movie demanded constant tracking adjustment on either of my machines.
Even when fully corrected, the distracting mis-tracking jumble was a
constant reminder that this movie is anything but quality.
The scenes themselves are well filmed (taped) with good angles chosen.
Often though, when there was a predictable come shot, the inexperienced men
would fail to inform and most was lost behind arms and legs. As was
mentioned in this group, the guys are in groups of 5 (I think) and have
about 2 minutes to get it up, in, and spent. Very few guys are able to do
this and that is evident in this tape. So, although Chong was ready,
willing, and able, not many guys were able to take full advantage of the
opportunity. Plus, the director seemed intent on the number of guys rather
than the sizzle of the scene. At one time, for instance, a guy is about
ready to explode and the director says something like, "okay, that's it,
next group." Astounding, to say the least.
Another problem is the stacatto rhythm of the action. With new guys every
few minutes, there is virtually no continuity. It's more like an Annabel
Chong compilation tape except in a compilation one could probably count on
cum shots. In this move, you can't because most of the guys don't come.
Many can't even get it up which is not surprising because in my experience
of arranging and taking part in more than 12 gbs with 5 or more men and one
women, only about 1 man in 4 can actually get it up and perform in front of
other straight men. We carefully screen guys before allowing them into our
group, but Fantastic apparently took on all comers with only an HIV test as
a requirement. So, although a lot of guys were available, the requisite
wood was not to be found. Sorry Fantastic, but an eager guy and an
up-to-date HIV test does not a dependable logger make!! Plus, the number of
guys exploring Chong's cavernous booty could be counted on one hand
(although I could have easily used two since both were always available).
The best part of the tape, believe it or not, was interviews with the
fluffers (I thought Brandy said these didn't exist, more apparent
misinformation). Jordan Lee, Candy (Connor?), gap toothed Sinammon (for
god's sake, get a bridge), Squirt (I forgot her "real" name!) and other sexy
anal stars were present and promoted current and future releases while
interviewed by Ron Jeremy; this viewer quickly wished these dynamos were
doing more than fluff.
In all, this move is all hype, no action. Thirty spurts out of a potential
251!! Come on, Fantastic. Rent an Anabolic Gang Bang Girl tape (most any
would do) and take a lesson!!
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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."