From the land of Luftwaffe and lederhosen comes this undubbed German offering. As a lesson in theoretics, BOT has less to do with Kant than with cunt. Or, to put it simply for our freshman philosophers: speculation gives way to practice ... and the performers have definitely had some!

Staged in one corner of a phony-as-a-two-dollar Deutschemark "clinic" -two massage tables, no waiting - the randy female patients are subsequently serviced by a variety of Teutonic therapists. Apparently they got a good deal on an industrial-sized supply of baby oil.

It soon becomes obvious that orifices of the resistance, sufficiently lathered, can be penetrated with vim and vigor. (Not to mention their pals Sturm und Drang.) Once their rear-entry foxholes are laid waste by Panzer-sized penises, the uber-maidens proceed to chug all the spunk they can swallow - or share with a sloppy kiss.

Had the aforementioned action been shot (or transferred) with some degree of care, the result would've been a much stronger product. Unfortunately, the fuzzy visuals take a major triumph of the will to endure.