Tracey POV
Doom was good. He worked my body like a pro, reading my likes and dislikes quickly. He was a quick study and had me reach my peak more often than anyone else, though I have had few lovers. My last boyfriend was selfish, but not Doom. He ensured I had exploded at least twice before he reached his own release. I couldn't resist having a go myself when he rolled us over, and I was on top. Running my hands over his pecs, hard, strong, he was all muscle. I appreciated his body when I had given him a massage before, but this was different. I have got to play with this body for pleasure, not work. I can separate my work from play. It was easy. Each time one of the guards got on the table for a massage, I didn't think of him as a man, or sexually, but a body of muscles that needed my h
