There's lots and lots and lots of dialogue in this black-mailing-the-president storyline, and every bit of it is as compelling as watching convicts pick up trash on the freeway.  The sex is better: Raquel DeVine screeches like someone stole her last bottle of lube during her matchup with Chris Cannon; Steve Hatcher coupling with all-natural blond Jennifer is graceful and hot; responsive tattooed brunette Angela D'Angelo takes it on the chin -- literally -- from Michael J.; and an unsteady conference table sings an aria when Alexandra Silk climbs aboard Ian Daniels.  The only discordant note is a strange attempt at safer sex, wherein Fiero and Randy Storm use condoms on fingers and toys, but eat pussy the old-fashioned way, sans latex barriers.