There were other homeless girls Ashleigh knew that would have sold their body for less than what Izzy was offering. They had no sense of self worth. What did it matter what someone else did to them? Survival mattered. Nothing else did. Ashleigh pitied the tragedy of their lives. Better than most, she understood the concept of doing what it takes. But sometimes the ends didn't justify the means, and there was<em>always</em>another way. Maybe she and Izzy weren't in love, but at least this was consensual Ashleigh wanted this as much as Izzy did. God, she wanted this.<br/><br/>She struggled to remain upright in the shower under the barrage of blissful touches. Izzy had the skill of a woman who had done this many times before. Ashleigh only had the talent of someone who had imagined doing this countless times in her head. But she knew what felt good for her, and they were both women. By that logic, she should be able to please. And even if she had no idea what she was doing, fumbled around like an idiot in the dark, she was still beautiful. Not very many people could count themselves among the lucky few who had ever been with a girl as breathtakingly gorgeous as Ashleigh Valentine.<br/><br/>Izzy was just as perfect, though in her own way. Even as her tongue filled the other woman's mouth, Ashleigh used both of her hands to explore her body. The muscles, the scar, those beautiful breasts and her perfectly tight rear end. Everything about Isadora made Ashleigh want to squeal. Instead she moaned like she was in heat, panting into Izzy's mouth while deft fingers worked between her legs, every second bringing her closer to the edge over which she would inevitably plummet.<br/><br/>"You are mine, Ashleigh," she answered in a hushed voice.  "And I'm going to have you."<br/><br/>That was all it took. Her knees buckled under her weight and Ashleigh's eyes flew open. Then she bit her lip, and squeezed them shut. She was trembling, quivering. While Izzy's fingers drove in and out of her twitching sex, Ashleigh began to cum. It was one of the most intense feelings she had ever endured. Her body could hardly take the onslaught of pleasure, and if she hadn't had the presence of mind to wrap her arms around Izzy's neck, drop her head onto her shoulder, and hold on for dear life, she certainly would have collapsed into a quivering heap on the floor of the shower.<br/><br/>"Oh my God." She breathed when the feeling slowly passed. Her legs were still weak, but she found it easier to support her own weight now. A glassy look in her eyes, she lifted her head from Izzy's shoulder and kissed her on the lips. "You made me cum."<br/><br/>