“It’s been around a long time. It’s way older than Christianity or Judaism. It’s roots are really deep, probably thousands of years before rec...rded history. You can’t be ‘converted’ to Hinduism, at least not in the eyes of the locals. You can move up or down a caste, but only if you’re a woman. A woman’s caste is determined by who her father is, or after she’s married, by her husband’s caste.”“Not like here at all. No one gives a damn who your parents were.”“India’s changing, but my parents are. You are one of three very attractive young women sitting in my kitchen. They’re all quite different from each other, but they’re also all very ... uhh ... okay, I’ll say it ... sexy. I know that your mother has told you the same on any number of occasions and she meant it. You were always a cute little girl, but in the past couple of years, you’ve grown into a beautiful and elegant young woman. Don’t hide from it. But, also, don’t let it be who you are. Who you are, the you that lives inside. "Come here slut," she commanded.Once again I found myself licking her sweet pussy. I wasn't sure how long it took but before too long Mistress Anna came up behind me. She leaned over my body. I was standing on all four so I could properly address Heather, Mistress Heather's request. I felt Mistress Anna's tits on my back and groaned as my clitty pressed against the metal. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "It's time for you to be my bitch."Her tits lifted and I heard her spit. I. It was that last wait, the one until Brandy was back in my arms, that would fray my nerves like an old piece of manilla rope.They say that the best plans of mice and men often go astray. In my case, it was any plans. I was close to the half-way point when the wind died. Instantly. I'd been making good time, and it was a gorgeous day. Between the sun and the gurgling of the wake behind me, it was almost hypnotic. I guess I must have dozed off for a bit, because it was the snap of the mainsail.