All that was ever broadcast was this minimalist piece of music, so quiet that you weren't sure if you were even hearing it. Speculation grew about it....The music was played on the BBC, CNN, ABC news shows whilst so-called 'experts' debated about it's origin. Everyone heard it and tuned in at least once a day (often more). Then after a month the sound and visuals changed. With no warning, everyone found themselves compelled to go to a computer, or call a phone number. Everyone did. No-one could. She got almost comfy as she started the lap top and opened up on ‘The Lady b**st Slave’. Wow my eyes like hers popped as we wondered what she was going to do outdoors. The Lady, a middle aged raggy blonde, shoulder length, gingery blonde fizzy hair, with a big ass and big saggy tits, dressed in a lace mini dress and stockings, oddly wearing high heels staggered in mud and water, her tidy strappy shoes all filthed up now! She did a little dance to cameraman, holding her tits together and pulling. Aro….jore…ahhhha….ohhhh….ommmm.Within few more stroke she cried ahhh….ummm…ho. chhh….ahhhh..ommm and she was about to fall in the sofa, but my time also near so I don’t let her fall, I hold her butts hard with my hand give her some final stroke deep inside and ejaculate in her with large ahhha. After about five minutes rest she went to the toilet.I saw raining was yet heavy and I know no body will came now, may be I can have another round with her. In future may be I’m not able to get this. Nick was relieved to note that they hadn't passed a single 'To The Beach' sign the whole length of the track.As the road surface changed from tarmacadam to loose gravel, the outline of a small horseshoe-shaped bay hove into view, framed by a stand of conifers. Sunlight positively twinkled on the azure blue sea. It could easily have beeen the South of France, he thought. He swung his long saloon into a deserted car park and pulled up to admire their discovery through the windscreen."Wow!" What.