<strong>Rayne &amp; Davis</strong><br/><br/>"Steady minds are overrated, darling," Davis told her as he helped her hands out by unbuttoning his pants.  "But I get it.  You're just afraid Maggie will fire your ass if she sees you blotto.  But just think, if she fires you, you won't have to waste your time working, you can be waiting for me right there in my bunk."  Davis grinned and let the girl tug his pants down his legs.<br/><br/>"Anyway, I can't be blamed for any incidental high you get by serving as my delivery mechanism."  Davis always seemed to become more articulate when the coke hit, his mind hitting hyperspeed.  He looked down at Rayne sprawled in front of him and stepped out of his pants.  Her pussy was bared to him now and it seemed to draw him in.  Grabbing the tray and putting together a second line, Davis set it down on the table.<br/><br/>"I think I know a way we can both stay entertained my sweet."  He suddenly clambered up on the table over Rayne's prone body.  Turning himself around, he hovered over her open thighs while his cock dipped down over her face.  Spreading those sweet thighs with his hands, he started scooping the coke over her pussy lips.  "Now this is a first for Davis Maxwell."