Yes, playing innocent

“Excuse me, are you okay?” Emma asked, stepping into the alley.

“Um…yeah…please…I’m fine” the girl looked horrified as she realised she’d been seen. Tears streaked her face she was trembling slightly. She turned away again, hiding her face, as Emma stepped closer.

“Are you sure? You don’t seem like it - is there anything I can do to help?”

“No…no… I just…” then the sobs started and Emma couldn’t make out more words. She could see the mark on the jeans shaking softly with the girl’s sobs.

“Come on, tell me what it is, maybe I can help.”

“No…it’s…it’s…” the brunette’s hand came up, waving slightly in Emma’s direction, disgust clear on the girl’s face as she turned.

“Some bastard just… just… on the bus… he must have…”

Emma stepped forward and took the outstretched hand, looking at the shiny coating on it.

“Oh, oh I see. Where did he…?”

The girl answered with a gesture to her ass.

“Lets take a look.” Emma turned the girl gently by the shoulders, then knelt to admire the thick splashes of cum decorating the jeans. Pulling her phone out, she snapped a quick photo, deciding how she wanted to continue.