WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?

He knew he was in big trouble when confronted by two militaristic warrior women after his plane carrying smuggled ball gags crash-landed deep in S&M country. For hours, a sadistic, yet oddly arousing game of sexual interrogation had been fun, but his back and ass had been ravaged enough. Since neither one of these pissed-off man-eaters were responding to his safe word ("plastics"), escaping the braless brunette’s unyielding whip and the blonde’s crushing boob death grip would be no easy feat. But don’t worry, the highly experienced Paco Camino Man will not only have these two angry tigers tamed in no time, but they’ll all be arriving VIP style in Stuttgart later to see Kraftwerk.