Once found, they would not be able to resist playing the machine, and thus triggering the second part of the spell."Where's that music coming from, Bu...t?" asked Jack from the passenger seat."I don't know. I hear it too. Maybe it's coming from the radio."Jack leaned forward, and checked the truck's radio."Nope. The radio's off." That's strange. It sounds so close . . . so clear." I know it."Just then, their truck closed in on The Roadhouse. Burt turned the truck into the parking lot, as it was. Tushaar: Kya baat kar rahi ho? Iska matlab tum ghar se bahar kabhi jaati hi nahi hogi. Warna sare duniya ke mard kahenge ye baat.Main firse halki udaasi wali shakal banakar boli: Sare kya, mere to apne pati bhi meri tareef itna nahi karte.Tushaar: Shayad aapke pati ko khoobsurati ki pehchaan nahi.Main: Haan, woh to hamesha kaam mein hi rahte hai, aur ghar pe bhi kaam ki hi baate karte hai. Tum bhi aise hi ho kya apni patni ke sath.Tushaar: Nahi nahi, tumhare pati ki baat sunn kar lag raha hai. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. I saw her well-developed breasts partially held by the while laced bra. Her boobs were extra large and the brassier she wore was not able to hold them properly.She went to the bed and lay on it flat, covered her breasts with a see through dupatta. For a second I desired to look at her but then thought it was not good to do so and I kept my eyes on my book. She was sleeping. Dupatta gave way and now her round and solid breasts were clearly visible,. Their bodies were slowly being coated in different coloured waxes. Many of the slaves had candles inserted in their cunts, hanging from their pierced tits and cunt lips. At the end of the room a slave was chained to a wheel that was continually rotating with lights going off and on. The lights were in her cunt in her mouth and stuck to her hanging bosoms. Just as Cindi thought she saw enough she heard a slave call out in agony. She turned to see her receive a whipping for the cry. She could see.