One of the few amenities one can usually count on in life is the Private line, so consistently delirious in its devotion to classic tease, nasty butt-fucking, multiple facial shots and a bevy of international to-die-for babes to whom the term "breast augmentation" is quite literally a foreign concept. Yet given the potential for a marriage between esteemed American director/videographer Jane Waters and Private, one would think the screen would nigh explode in a rain of creativity and carnality. In reality, the tease is minimal and the jizz, a drizzle. The problem lies not so much in a confusing story of international intrigue buried under a poor sound mix, but rather curiously, a passive approach to the sex shooting. Tim and again, hot sex is covered by side penetration shots, or more unforgivably, wide angles on the anal and pops. What saves the picture are a gaggle of Venezuelan Venuses, whose nut-brown beauties endowed with great meaty-but-firm butts which true ass-lovers kneel down and supplicate over. It's reason enough to recommend the tape.