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Subject: [REVIEW] Sodomania 6
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Sodomania 6, Gangs and Bangs and Other Thangs!
"Written" and directed by: Patrick Collins
Starring: Kaitlyn Ashley, Jay Ashley, Peter North, John Dough, T. T.
Boy, Lara Lambkin, Mike Dani, Debi Diamond, Wednesday, Adam Voughn,
Misty Rain, Miss Sharon Mitchell, Tara Monroe, Nikki Shane and Gerry
Pike.
This parvum opus is just 5 completely disjoint, individually titled
vignettes strung together by the inane commentary of Brockton O'Toole,
a dottering old twit in cowboy garb. I have no idea whether this is
the norm for the Sodomania series, as this is the only one I've seen
(so far).
Scene 1: A Gang Bang Thang
I've already expatiated on the virtues of the first scene, which is
Kaitlyn Ashley's 5-way group grope, in my "DPReviews" post, where I
said:
*****
This vignette has KA and her RL hubby Jay doing a little
bit of one-on-one fun for a few minutes, after which Peter North, T.T.
Boy and John Dough drop in to fulfill a gang bang fantasy. Hot and nasty,
well filmed. The DP has lots of action from both penetrators, and
eventually turns into a TP. The cumshot is a monster, with Peter
North, John Dough and Jay Ashley depositing large volumes of white goo on
her face, in her mouth, in her hair, and in largish puddles on the
sofa. I enjoyed it, and I'm not even a big facial fan :-)
*****
On repeated viewing (I own a copy of this video), I'd modify this and
say that the lead in is far too long and boring, with a very tepid
performance from Mr. Ashley. And, naturally, T.T. Boy is his normal
asshole self, yanking at Kaitlyn's hair and saying "you got that right
baby" when she demurely inquires whether "you motherfuckers gonna
bathe me in your cum later on, huh?" Also note how Peter North pauses
to admire Kaitlyn's mammarial equipment (which appear not to have been
muti^H^H^H^Henlarged yet, although I haven't seen any later K.A.),
leans over to enmouth half of it, only to have T.T. "Schmuck" Boy
reach over and start twisting a nipple and then stick his ugly mug in
the way. *yawn* But still, Kaitlyn's a trooper, and the scene rates
well with this here raincoat.
Oh, and par my usual complaint, once the DP starts we don't see much
of Ms. Ashley's face --- gyno shots prevail.
Scene 2: This Note's For You (Lara Lambkin and Mike Dani)
Ok, so Lara's looking out the window, sees a piece of ass she'd like,
and runs downstairs, through an underpass and out to the street. She
slips a piece of paper into Mike Dani's pocket, runs halfway down the
stairs, displays her nether region, and runs back home. 5 minutes
later (yes, *our* time, during which we get to watch Lara potter round
the house, and finger herself) Mike shows up. Lara continues to play
with herself while Mike sits in a chair and plays with *him*self.
Then Lara takes a shower. 12 minutes into the vignette Mike and Lara
begin to play. Sorry, this smuthead finds it a yawner, even if there
is a fairly nasty reverse anal cowgirl sequence. Such scripting! "Oh
yeah, fuck my ass, I like it. oooooh you're fucking my ass!" Uh huh.
Zzzzzz.
Scene 3: A Diamond is a couple's best friend
Wednesday and Adam Voughn are being interviewed by a director (is this
Patrick Collins?). They're going to be in a scene with someone, who
would they like? Debi Diamond. Nasty three way, as you'd expect with
Debi. Debi and Wednesday fool around a lot, get coated with Wesson
oil, play with some anal toys, finally Adam begins reaming Debi's
sphincter. He takes it out long enough for Wednesday to suck for a
while, but eventually Debi puts a stop to that "now put it back in my
ass." Nasty, and nasty enough to excite this jaded old boy. Pity the
interview part of this 30 minute scene takes up a full 10 minutes.
The parading that Wednesday does while donning the corn oil takes
another 5, and isn't particularly erotic, IMNSHO. Debi makes up for
it by being pre-enlargement, albeit post-diet.
Scene 4: ...And Don't Call Me Mommie (Misty Rain and Miss Sharon
Mitchell)
Misty comes home late and her Daddy's betrothed, Sharon Mitchell,
takes her to task for it. Bad girl, where were you? "Maybe if you
spank me I'll tell" MMmmmmmm. One of the loveliest girl-girl scenes
I've seen in a while. Lots of anal play, dildo action, spanking, and
general rough-stuff. I *love* Misty's pierced nipples. *swoon*
Diskel & Ervert give it two schlongs up.
Scene 5: It Pays to Advertise
Tara Monroe is looking for a position in the classifieds. Finds one
at the home of Nikki Shane and Gerry Pike. They start off with Tara
donning some leather garb and high heels, which immediately gets
stripped off so that Nikki and Tara can play. Cunnilingus, analingus,
spanking, that sorta thing. Mmmmm. Gerry comes in and starts
ordering them around, telling Tara to clean the mirrors with her hair.
After making Nikki give him head for a while Tara announces that SHE'S
in charge, dammit.
Next we see our intrepid trio, Gerry's got make-up on, and is wearing
a harness of some sort. Nikki's wearing a nice bondage collar with
lots of rings on it (which never get used :-( ) and a leash. Tara's
directing the show. Hot stuff, although I found Gerry's "dive-bomb
fornication" technique a tad silly. Fortunately that's only a tiny
fraction of the scene. No anal, despite the rimming that Gerry gives
Tara, and the teasing that Nikki dishes out, but Tara and Nikki are
quite babelacious, even when stacked up waiting their turn with Pike's
pike. Another two schlongs up.
OVERALL:
The video suffers from excessive filler, IMNSHO. In each vignette
there is at least 10 minutes of non-sex garbage that barely can be
classified as lead-in. At least in scene one Jay and Kaitlyn play a
little. In the Debi/Wednesday/Voughn scene there are 10 minutes of
the players sitting in an office and talking at the director. If it
were at least titillating conversation that would be OK, but it's
pretty lame. Let's not talk about the Lambkin/Dani scene, OK?
I'd say the film was definitely worth a view, especially if you're
comfortable with your fast forward button.
-30-
A. P. Ervert
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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."