Tsuruko continued to respond with aroused, on-edge moans as Stacy kept moving her fingers around inside her back door, shifting in place in the meantime. She sharply gasped around the panties gagging her as the dickgirl pulled out suddenly, the subsequent double-smack morphing it into a long moan without any haste. After that, she started catching her breath, only for another moan to follow as Stacy came up and grinded against her, asking if she wanted it now or to warm her up first. It was a tough question for the maid to answer, even without being gagged. She glanced down for a few seconds in thought, then began to give what amounted to her answer.
"Mmf-"
"If you're looking to get warmed up, I'd be willing to help out."
Tora stood in the entrance to the lounge room, pressing one arm up against the doorframe as he waited for Stacy and Tsuruko to look his way. He had switched out of his stripper uniform from earlier and into his usual high-cut tanktop and bike shorts. But there was one extra addition, one he revealed once the dickgirl and maid gave their attention to him. Pulling down his shorts just so they were past his crotch, he flashed them his junk, which was locked away in a chastity cage of a classic design, black in color with a small padlock up top to keep it fastened and a slot at the end for any leakage.
"Unless you'd rather I remain a spectator the whole way~." He then winked at the two of them.
Tsuruko blushed at the sight of Tora in chastity, but remained speechless, both because of her impaired ability to speak and because Stacy's response took precedence.