She that toucheth penis shall be defiled therewith.

When giving happy endings at the dungeon (before I was a bodyrub girl), we were required to wear rubber gloves or have the client put a condom on. For me this worked well, as I was recently engaged and felt that the thin distance of latex kept me morally safe from what is considered cheating. Never mind the fact that I was peeing on their faces, whipping their balls, and screwing them with strap-ons - the legal and ethical codes of actually touching a penis until it comes is considered more obscene than fantastical torture.

Later I had a brief stint with an erotic wrestling studio. This was the kind of place where men would go to have fake wrestling matches with bikini clad women. You know how we women really like to show a man who's who when we sit on their faces! Anyway, when we girls inevitably won , we get the poor defenseless man off by hand. This was my first experience with an uncovered hj, and it was a bit liberating. It was nice to avoid the akward "glove or condom?" (paper or plastic?) question and get them off and out the door more quickly. Yet I became meticulous when checking my hands for tiny cuts and started scrubbing my hands with the hottest soapy water I could bear.

By the time I started doing bodyrub, I became careful, but not overly OCD about the cleanup. While hand sanitizer is applied several times a day, it is not only after a session. I think I have far more to worry about germ-wise with the other contacts my hands make in NYC: elevator buttons, subway poles, door knobs, dog parks, grocery cart handles, pocket change...
With this job, it's required to be as clean as possible, but a psycho-neurotic germaphobe will not survive. If you think you can wash your naughtiness away, you are mistaken!