Reviewed by SexHerald Staff
Director Bruce Seven informs us on the cover that during production, Shane passed out from the pleasure of pain. Shane, as many readers know, was the perky and saucy girlfriend of Seymour Butts. Her on-screen energy and zeal can make her films a lot of fun.
However, though Shane may have passed out from the pleasure of pain, I almost passed out from boredom. The movie starts off well – who doesn’t want to see Shane give a dirty old man (the liver spotted Mr. Seven) the skanky dominatrix Lia Baren a lap dance in her little plaid skirt? Then we get to watch Shane coat the wholesome looking French submissive Draghixa in olive oil. Unfortunately, this is marred by the glare from Lia’s retainer.
Again and again, the action comes to a stand still when things are just heating up. The beautiful Draghixa is suited up with a butt plug and chastity belt, only to be sent out to mow the lawn. Shane cuts the unflattering purple stretch pants off the chunky Danyel (a favor, really) with no follow through. Would it not have made sense to have even the slightest suggestion of muff diving?
No, folks, you won’t see much penetration here. Seven doesn't even ever appear to get hard--perhaps because he can't see with his sunglasses on in the dungeon. His dry delivery of the line, “I love the taste of assholes” is perhaps his most interesting moment.
This film is a reminder why women with breast implants should not be suspended upside down. Indeed, whilst being smacked with a leather spatula, Shane’s breasts had to be held up. Okay, I suppose there's a certain amount of entertainment value to be had there. But erotic? No. Shane'sUltimateFantasy
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