This show is aimed primarily at audiences beguiled by the sensuous constrictions of leather and latex on the female form.  But this doesn't necessarily exclude the rest of the world from sharing the rapture.

Ben invades various leatherterias to chat with the likes of Heather and Wendy.  (Tight dresses wee made with this bulbous-assed blonde beauty in mind.) Peeks at pussy and Ben's managing to slip his dick in for a quickie handjob adds to the fun of this lezzofest.

Though auburn-haired Chantelle gives Ben some theatrical "attitude," her orchestra pit warms up mightily when Steven St. Croix lookalike Danny humps her tuba section.  Girl-next-door Roxy wearing impossibly tight riding pants -- the kind where a fart looks like a tumor -- unveils her ass and sucks Ben's dick like Boris Yeltsin doing the lip of a vodka bottle.

The fade-to-black anal scene has ex-stripper Jane strutting the Brighton boardwalk as a prelude to her asshole taking reservations in a hotel room.

The consistently appealing sexual value of the Ben Dover series rates a command performance on store shelves.  Don't be duped by pretenders-to-the-throne.