It's unfortunate that the box cover to COT2 contains misleading art direction. Clearly, the intentions are to market the tape as voyeuristically inclined, rather than revealing that it's a simple string of vignettes.

Basically, the female performers confess their sins to the camera, and then engage in a recreation that would never be confused with hidden cameras, etc. Of these studio-shot encounters, three are worthwhile and often hot.

Sabrina Johnson is taken by two men in the opener, which builds up to a good head of steam as the d.p. escalates, only to flag in the climax when the ebony half of this pumpernickel sandwich fails to drop his load. A desktop grope between Ian Daniels and Katie Gold doesn't fail in the flying spoo department, but before Ian greases her face there's a terrific initial anal penetration shot, followed by a flip-to-doggie-position maneuver that never even requires a pullout. Finally, Melody and Mr. Marcus prove that personal chemistry overshadows the most mediocre videography, even when the almighty pop shot is obscured.