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, sco...ling. “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. This seemed to excite those men even more….I felt my hands being guided to their hardened cocks and I rubbed them through their trousers.The man at my crotch pulled the thong aside; plunging his tongue into my pussy, licking and lapping, with his finger still inside me.I felt myself raising my hips to meet his lips and tongue.The other men opened their trousers and pulled their cocks out.They made me wrap my fingers around them and I started stroking. The kneeling man stood up and another. She looked into his eyes and saw nothing but concern and kindness. She shifted slightly and felt a stinging in her right arm. ‘Owwwww…’ she squeaked. ‘Cuidado. You have a few wires and tubes strung up. You want to sit up?’ She nodded slightly. He stood and reached for the crank mechanism underneath the head of the bed. With a few quick turns she was elevated slightly. She nodded when he reached a height that suited her. He took up back his position but his hands remained in his lap. ‘So, how. Angel still tried to scream and kick at anything with the hope of connecting. He stood behind her and fastened a rope to her cuffs. The rope was then thrown over a tree limb and fastened tightly pulling Angels arms up high behind her back. Bent over, she felt a rope being tied around her left ankle. She was almost pulled off balance as he pulled her left foot outwards. Again she felt a rope on her right ankle pulling her legs apart and secured tightly. He walked behind her grabbing her ass.