Goodbye.”I looked at the phone after she disconnected. Bit of a temper on that one. Then again, all chefs seemed a little flighty, to me.I got one m...ore call the next week. “Any of your group Jewish? Or Muslim? If they are I’ll have to adjust the menu.”“Ms. Chen and her husband are Jewish, and Michael’s girlfriend follows Islam. With the exception of those two the rest of us will eat most anything in front of us.”“Thank you. See you next Sunday.” The phone went dead.Wow, she must still be. My thin cotton print dress could not hide his lust for me as his penis hardened by the minute, pressing hard into the grove between my buttocks, a thin gossamer of fabric separating the naked lust of copulating flesh, his cock and my vagina, needed to connect, we both knew and wanted it so, so he lifted this veil clear of my bum and pressed his cock in hard against me, as his hand pushed upwards and lifted the fabric over my head, leaving me naked in my upper body, my bra-less breasts, teased. I in turn started stroking my cock and through my briefs left her with no doubt that my cock was rock hard, I then took the lead and pull my briefs down letting my cock spring out to it's full 7" and thick she instantly took notice and seemed to like what she saw, I started stroking up and down whilst caressing my balls with my other hand.Taking the lead she sped things up and she put the vibrator down and pulled her top up and over her head, God she had a great pert pair of titties not too. I shook my head, once more feeling quite ashamed as Opal grinned at me.“Can’t wait to see you fit into one of these things,” she said. Then, scowling. “I hate what it does to the talent, though...”That brought me up short. I had been psychic for only a few weeks. In that time, I had just gotten used to being able to use telekinesis and telepathy and biokinesis and all my other powers. But wearing an MCP will do the exact same thing that wearing any kind of clothes did to a human talent: Screw.