Conjuring my past

Sir conjures with my past: that way he'll find    
The friendships that I've made with other girls;    
Because he likes his pleasures well-combined,    
Sir takes me to a dreamland, where the furls    
Of other tight, young sexes are engaged    
With my lips and my fingers; when he spreads    
My pussy with his hardness; he can gauge    
The depths that he soon sinks to as he weds    
His cock to cunt; my mouth works on those chits,    
Who wriggle in his head; then he will fuck    
Me bottom up; gripping my "girlish" tits,     
His mind's-eye sees how his pet used to suck    
The juices of teen lovelies; will he last?    
Or splash me, conjuring my Sapphic past?