He has to get information from her for when she's out

“Maximilan, thank you for coming to my wedding,” Tara said. She was wanting to get this over with so she could go get married.

“Tara, I wouldn’t have missed it for anything. We just have one big problem though."

"What's that?", Tara said.

"I need to know about the Lockham case."

"I'm sorry boss, but I'm a little bit busy today. It'd take me all night to type up everything. Couldn't it just wait until I get back from my honeymoon?"

“It’s just too bad that we don’t have all night,” he said.

Tara’s countenance sagged. "Do you have any other way for me to get that for you if it's that important?"

This was his big opportunity he had been waiting for take advantage of her AGS.

"I have some good news for you. You can share that information with me through your vagina. It's a whole special process that should only take approximately ten minutes. It's a totally new business process and then you can be on your way."

Tara wanted to get on with her wedding and said, "Okay Maximilan. Let's do it so I can go out there and get married."

“Good, now turn around and hold on to this table. I’ll get your gown up around your waist so that it doesn’t get messed up.”

Tara was confused, but her boss had said it would allow him to get the information, so what else could she do but obey? She turned and placed both hands on the edge of a table. She felt Maximilan’s hand on her back applying gentle pressure.

“Bend down, baby.” Maximilan pushed on Tara’s back until she was bent at a 90 degree angle. Then Tara felt the train and the rest of her dress being slowly lifted from the floor and draped over her back. She shifted her hands and leaned on the table with her elbows and forearms flat against the table top. She knew that her flared hips would offer a delectable sight to any man. A rush of cool air kissed the skin on her legs and ass. Her perfect legs were encased in white, silk, thigh high stockings, held up by a garter belt that fit around her slim waist. Her firm buttocks were barely covered by a pair of sexy white panties which were stretched to the limit by the position that Tara was bent over in.

Tara felt his thick cock begin to bulge against his trousers. The bride’s tanned skin contrasted wonderfully against the silky white underwear and dress. His tool stiffened even further when he thought of how easy it had been to get her in this position.