I took the drinks down to our table and we sat taking in the music and the crowd. It was getting a bit crowded as I went to the bar again where I got...into conversation with my 'friend' once more. As the bar was very crowded I invited the guy to our table as we had a spare seat. He accepted and we both went over and I introduced Tony as he was called. Before long we were all chatting like old friends - Tony was an educated guy and always seemed to have something interesting/funny to say. Anyway. Her mouth went around my balls as she ferociously wanked my prick. “Oh, your mouth feels great around my balls” I moaned as my hand rested on her head. Her tongue circled around my sack as her finger sank deeper in my asshole. “You filthy slut”She stopped and smiled “I am a slut aren’t I?” she giggled and kissed the tip of my dick, slowing the pace of her jerks. She brought her hand to the tip of my cock and squeezed. “You’ve got to stop or I’m going to cum” I warned as I pushed her head away. As I closed in on his lap he put his head back and closed his eyes. My hand reached the top of his thigh and flicked over his crotch, I gently rubbed the outline in his pants as he got harder.Rubbing away gently he felt quite small as he parted his thighs, looking at him he had his eyes closed the whole time, after a few minutes I said “Stand-up”, he got off the settee and stood in front of me, I continued feeling him and after another few minutes unclipped his pants and pulled them down, he. His HIV status, of course, gave me additional pause, but I knew the virus could not be transmitted through voyeurism. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue (perhaps enhanced by the alcohol we were downing) and he intimated he was could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his "massive viral load". As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they.